Hello, my name is Roy Adams Jr.
I was born in Chicago, Illinois on September 29, 1976. My parents are Roy Adams, Sr. and Laura Adams-Jenkins.
My early years were spent in Chicago, Illinois where my Dad’s family lived. My grandmother, Big Mama, was a very important person in my life. I can remember going to her house for Christmas and other holidays. She called me “Little Roy.” I went to St. Catherine of Genoa Catholic Church and school with my big sister, Noelle. I was baptized, had first communion and served as an altar boy at St. Catherine’s. One of the special memories I have of St. Catherine’s is acting as a school crossing guard. My best friend, David Kimber, and I thought we were special because we could leave classes 10 minutes early to be ahead of the other students.
My Mom and Dad got divorced when I was around 5 years old. Though, they lived apart they made a point a of ensuring that each of them were equally involved in my life and my sister’s. My Dad worked for the DEA and was first transferred to Detroit. I traveled to visit him on weekends and spent summers with him. Because my Mom wanted to live closer to her family in Gene Autry, OK, she and I moved to Arlington in December 1988; my sister was away attending college. I missed my Big Mama, my Chicago family, St. Catherine’s and the other friends and support that I had all the years I lived in Chicago.
I attended Bowie High School and graduated in 1998. At Bowie, I met Jason Ware, Trevin Tipler and Michael Halliburton. They are my very best friends, today. Jason works for the Tarrant Co. Correctional Division; Trevin is a Verizon manager; and Michael is an Accountant who has a M.S. in Taxation at UTA. I started my college years at Prairie View A&M. In 2001, I graduated from Huston-Tillotston College in Austin, TX with a B.A. in Communications. My first “semi-professional” job was at the American Cancer Society where I was a Cancer Information Specialist. I provided information to many callers relative to their cancer inquiries. I was humbled and also sometimes heartbroken to hear their stories.
In the summer of 2003, I moved to the D/FW area and was temporarily living with my mother. I was working at Ford Motor Credit and had signed a lease to move to an apartment when my life changed forever in the early morning hours of June 12, 2004. I will forever, forever carry Officer Darren Medlin in my heart and in my soul. I testified on the stand that I wish it had been me who would have died. I can’t bring him back; but I can live a life that makes those around me proud to know me and be able to say I didn’t live my life in vain…especially for those looking down on me from above, my Big Mama, Archie and my Papa and Granny.
Roy Alvin Adams Jr.