On the 13th February my cousin, Dick Adamson, died. He was my friend and I miss him.
His daughter Juddie has described what we all loved about him:
I’ve never met anyone who lived in the moment quite the way my dad did. Even in his 60s he was still a big kid at heart, delighting in the little things, always excited by the possibilities…
Dad was the one who would cheer a convoy of wedding cars passing on the street, stop and talk to anyone and everyone about their bicycle, motorbike, car, boat, clothing, artwork, house, work, haircut, you name it. He was cheeky and irreverent, comical and lighthearted, quiet and thoughtful. From him I learned important lessons about being aliveÂ in the world, about seeing and learning and constant discovery. I learnt about generosity, not just in a material sense, but generosity of spirit. Dad rarely, if ever, criticised others, and he had an uncanny knack for finding the positives in any situation. …
Although I didn’t see Dick in person as often as I would have liked, we kept in contact and I loved hearing about his latest projects and getting his insights into mine. His support after my father died was invaluable.
My thoughts are with his wife Tai, his daughters Justine and Kirsten, his mother Joan, his brother and sister John and Barbara and all of the other people who loved him and will miss him now he is gone.
I realised in looking for photographs of Dick, that I was usually too busy doing things with him to take any photographs! I did find this one of a wonderful evening we spent when we visited him and Tai in Cook Islands in 2001.