Just four years ago, in 2015, Art received an unexpected phone call from me. Soon thereafter it was confirmed that I was his daughter. I was adopted when I was three months old. Although I grew up in North Ridgeville, so close, I did not know him. And he did not know me—or even of me.
Shortly after receiving that phone call, in the summer of 2015, my son Garrett and I traveled back to Ohio. There we met Art, and the James family, for the first time. Everyone welcomed us with open arms and accepted us as part of the family. I can’t begin to express the love I felt. Although, we didn’t have much time together, I will treasure the memories Art and I made during my visits.
One of those memories was when we first met, at Denny’s, for breakfast. He brought me purple roses. A kind gesture befitting the man he was. Regretfully, I cannot be with you all at his service, but I have sent purple roses in honor of his memory.
Much love,
Carmen