We are only a few days aways from Jay's Graduation from Winona State.  Oh how all of us are thinking about you.  You would be so proud of Jay and all that he has accomplished.  Jonathan has so many of Lance's ways that at times it's overwhelming.  Jay (Jonathan) has his father's caring and take charge attitude.  We love and miss you. 
 
Soon a "bundle" of joy is coming our way .............

Love and miss you today and always,

LaJuan     

This is our first Father's Day without you being present.  Just want to share with those who may not know that you were a WONDERFUL FATHER to our children Stephanie and Jonathan.  So blessed that we were always able to let you know on many occasions how blessed we were.  It just doesn't seem real.  Lance would be so proud of the children they are doing well (Steph) now a Manager and (Jay) in the home stretch of his college career and doing well.  

Tears still flow and heart aches - never a day that we don't think about him and miss him.

Love always,


Cynthia LaJuan Adams
 (The Proud Mother of Your Children) aka "Sweetie"        

I can recall  in 6 B(Lower 12th grade)  at Calabar HS in Ja  in  Mr Ricketts A'Level(like A/P)Chem class on a rainy Oct day , our teacher was trying to close his sticky umbrella by fiddling with its underside ."Dont  do that sir" , Wiley warned, you will break its surface tension and therefore cause leakage .."  We were like, huh ? , surface what? How does he know these things ..And to imagine we got a free physics tip in chem class in the age of no internet , online tools etc..His desire to glean knowlede was inspiring..One Love

Today I spoke about my friend Lancelot and all the fond memories growing up in Jamaica and loving every carefree moment of life at Pembroke Hall Primary. My coworker said, she had never heard the name "Lancelot" before. So I reminded her of "Sir Lancelot".....Only great people that walked this earth could have such a name I told her. 

Although we did not keep in touch, Orville always did and I was priviledged to see Lancelot a few years ago. Still the same kind and loving person I remembered from childhood. 

 He will be missed..... my condolences to his family for their loss.

Having just returned from Jamaica on Tuesday Aug 16th, after honoring Alty McKoy, the football (soccer) coach when we were all at high school, I had to share with the Adams family and this forum all the wonderful thoughts and memories that everyone I met, that was connected to Calabar, had to share about Lancelot Adams.

Even though we were there for Alty’s celebration, thoughts about Adams were at the forefront of most of our minds. Everyone in the school knew who Adams was. That is not typical of students who were not track or football stars, or leaders in sports. But Lancelot did things academically that few if any have ever done. And as Birthwright and others have said, Adams was no "nerd". He was approachable and a friend to all. However, he was also very unpredictable in what he might say or do because of his quick wit. Hence the name "wiley", that also reflected his tackling style while playing football. But for the most part he was a humble, thoughtful, quiet, gentle classmate and friend.

Adams was indeed a great friend to many, including myself. I regret that we did not keep in touch after high school. I believe Orville (Dr. Palmer) brought him to my home once when he was visiting JA, and I was still living there. I remember us recalling and telling stories about all the great times at school. Jimmy Ho-on (another class mate of Adams) and myself were just doing that again this past weekend. And we were reflecting on all that Wiley meant to us.

I am very happy that Adams had such a beautiful and loving family. And I am very happy that church became such an important part of his life. I can recall us debating about the existence of God, and the relevance of Christianity on many occasions in high school.

Thank you Stephanie for providing this forum for us to share and celebrate your father's life, so that we can tell stories about how he lived. Jonathan, it is interesting to see that your parents spelt your name the same way that I spell mine. At Calabar and in Jamaica, there were not many Jonathan's around. I am sure that you know that our name means “Gift of God”. Your father was a gift of God to so many. Cynthia, I wish we had been able to meet while Lancelot was physically here. But please know that we all loved and respected him. He was truly a remarkable loving and caring friend, and a legend in his time.

When we all graduated high school (5th Form) in 79, we all sang this song at the service at Boulevard Baptist Church. It was, “If I can help somebody as I pass along. If I can cheer somebody with a word or song. If I can show somebody how they are travelling wrong. Then my living shall not be in vain.”

Well Lancelot certainly lived those words. Let’s hope the rest of us can follow his lead.

Rest in Peace Wiley. Thanks for the friendship and all the memories.

Wow!  I remember so vividly the birth of our daughter Stephanie Renee' a very long labor (15 Hours) you were there the entire time - he kept apologizing saying I'm sorry sweetie that you have to endure these pains, but you never left my side.  Then it happen our beautiful baby girl was born - what a big smile you had on your face.  A very loving and protective father you became on that day.  You even told Mom and Granny that they had to wash their hands before holding her in the hospital.  (lol)

Okay, Valentine's Day 1990 the birth of our son Jonathan Alexander was beautiful and very healthy baby boy was born, this birth tired the both of us out.  Stephanie was glad that she could go and stay with her grandma Eason during the birth of Jonathan.  Steph wouldn't even turn around to say good night she just hopped in the car with grandma and rode off into the night.  Again, more love and protection for our son. 

You were also father for so many others and you shared your love.  Lord please help us as we begin the healing process.  Our Prince has gone home to be with his heavenly father. 

I remember 1977 , during inter form (homeroom) soccer competition at Calabar HS . Our  homeroom 4s2 were mostly academics  (nerds?) so we were getting clobbered  by the the others ..In our last game  we were facing the best team 4 A with very good players such as Gorgi ,  Hector , Sadler ..Wiley decided to play central defence away from his customary midfield spot rearranged the team structure directing plays from the back..Though being bombarded by the far superior team  Wiley's defence held firm ..We  gained in confidence , actually start pressing 4 A , until they conceded a penalty of  which Johnny Russel  sent us home ..We were estastic as if we had won the competion , and for the fact that we did not finish last ..Thanks for the memories Wiley

I remember  the year of doing 'O Levels math  ( something like ACT) exams in Jamaica . Our math teacher was absent ..Wiley , as he was affectionately known , had already conquered  the course  the previous year , was doing A'Level math (AP Calculus /Algerbra) with the  6th formers( seniors , doing  only college level work) ..He was nice enough to tweek his schedule for the day to sub for the math teacher ..I recall  the professional approach along with the one of the guys humility which he approached us at , at ,16 , which relaxed us ..I regret not seeing him since high school , but was always pleased by  the news of progress as a young man and through the rest of his life ..I was also glad to see him enjoying a mini reunion  on FB  at one of  our shoolmate's wedding last year .

May his soul rest in peace , may he have a Blessed stay now that  he is with the Lord

I met you when I was a teenager and was hurting from the unexpected deaths of my grandparents. God sent you to me to help me through it and that was when I trully accepted Him into my life. You became a true friend and big brother to me.

You were the 1st man to tell me I was beautiful and deserved the best and not to settle for anything less. And to always talk with God about everything in my life (I didn't always follow this one.) You opened up your home to me and I fell in love with you and your beautiful wife (I secretly idolized you both and wanted a family just like yours.)

I'm going to miss your calming voice and wise words of wisdom. You could always make the most difficult things look like ant hills.

We use to laugh at your singing (sound like you were crying) but you swore you could sing because God enjoyed all the praises from His people. But you decided to leave the singing to your wife and got out of the choir.

I'm going to miss you and will never forget you. I'm going to miss you calling me "Dear".

I will look for you in the faces of your children and their children.

Thank you for praying for me and with me. Thank you for listening to my adolesent blabbering. Thank you for laughing with me and at me (at times.)

~Friends are friends forever if the Lords the lord of them and a friend would not say never for the welcome will not end. It's hard to let you go and I pray to see you again. A lifetime's not too long to live as friends~  ~Rest In Peace my friend and brother Lancelot Adams~

Love Gail (Yolanda M. Harris-Lanier)

I was a single mom traveling from Oakland to Eatonville COGIC a few times a week. Not being able to feed my children and myself on Sundays, Juan and Lance decided that they would take us to their house every 1st Sunday for dinner. They were turly God sent. We ate, fellowedshipped, watched TV, and even took naps before going back to evening service. I will always hold dear those 1st Sunday Dinners!