...I'm remembering my precious cousin, Jack Dennis Adams, one of the finest human beings I've ever known, or will ever know.
Born April 2, 1945 in Portsmouth, Virginia, Dennis (as the family called him) grew up in North Carolina, graduating in 1968 from the University of North Carolina with a BA in Theater and Arts. That was the year he got a job as a window dresser at Saks Fifth Avenue's flagship store...the same year he came out to my parents and me, as fellow artists and the only progressive members of his family.
Born April 2, 1945 in Portsmouth, Virginia, Dennis (as the family called him) grew up in North Carolina, graduating in 1968 from the University of North Carolina with a BA in Theater and Arts. That was the year he got a job as a window dresser at Saks Fifth Avenue's flagship store...the same year he came out to my parents and me, as fellow artists and the only progressive members of his family.
After less than a year, Dennis (now known to his new friends and colleagues as Jack) moved from New York to San Francisco, and began his career with San Francisco State University, starting out as the Properties Manager for the School of Creative Arts.
When my mother and father moved from Manhattan to the Bay Area in 1975, Jack attended as many of Dad's performances as possible...and one of mine, when I sat in with Dad's group that Christmas. When Dad died suddenly in 1977, Jack, joined by his older brother Gary, was there to support me and Mom through our shock and bereavement.
When my mother and father moved from Manhattan to the Bay Area in 1975, Jack attended as many of Dad's performances as possible...and one of mine, when I sat in with Dad's group that Christmas. When Dad died suddenly in 1977, Jack, joined by his older brother Gary, was there to support me and Mom through our shock and bereavement.
In 1982, Jack became Assistant Director of the SF State Student Union, a position he held until July of 1992, when his deteriorating health forced him to resign.
Aside from being adored by his family, Jack was a beloved campus figure, well known by hundreds of SF State students, faculty, and staff. He committed much of his time to backing student causes, and worked closely with Associated Students. His co-workers and friends described him as a warm, funny, and passionate man...which is exactly how I think of him.
The last time he and I spoke on the phone, his voice was a mush of sandpaper and gravel; thrush lesions were stealing his speech. I told him I wanted to drive up the coast to see him, to hold his hand, to give him a hug. He was so sweet in his refusal: "Please, Zan. Stay there, and know I love you."
The last time he and I spoke on the phone, his voice was a mush of sandpaper and gravel; thrush lesions were stealing his speech. I told him I wanted to drive up the coast to see him, to hold his hand, to give him a hug. He was so sweet in his refusal: "Please, Zan. Stay there, and know I love you."
On November 21, 1992, at the age of 47, Jack died of AIDS-related complications. On March 11, 1993, the SF State Student Union Governing Board passed a resolution to rename the Barbary Coast Room Jack Adams Hall, for the warm, funny, passionate man who resolutely championed student interests. And in 2011, the ASI Board of Directors established the Jack Adams Memorial Scholarship to honor his life and legacy.
My cousin Dennis is certainly not the only dear friend I've lost to AIDS...but he is (as far as I know) the only member of my family who was taken by this devastating virus. It's heartening that so much progress has been made to obliterate HIV...but I join the millions of others who've lost loved ones to AIDS in anticipating the day it no longer exists.
[That's Jack doing the work he loved, smiling in tie and shirt sleeves, with a shiny head and impeccable beard, standing on the roof of the hall that he didn't know would one day bear his name.]
[That's Jack doing the work he loved, smiling in tie and shirt sleeves, with a shiny head and impeccable beard, standing on the roof of the hall that he didn't know would one day bear his name.]
