Following the sudden and tragic passing of Rick Harrison’s son, Adam, the Pawn Shop’s star breaks silence posting a heartfelt tribute to Instagram.
Adam, 39, died of overdose in Las Vegas on Friday, leaving his family utterly devastated and shocked.
“You will always be in my heart! I love you Adam. 💔,” Rick wrote alongside a photo of himself smiling with Adam at a bar.
Previously, a representative of the family, Laura Herlovich, confirmed Adam’s death to the Las Vegas Review-Journal.
“Our family is extremely saddened by the death of Adam. We ask for privacy as we grieve his loss,” the statement read.
Speaking to Fox News Digital, Rick revealed the exact cause of Adam’s death saying that fentanyl was to blame.
“Yes, I can confirm Adam died from a fentanyl overdose,” the reality-show star said. “The fentanyl crisis in this country must be taken more seriously. It seems it is just flowing over the borders and nothing is being done about it. We must do better.”
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Fans, as well as some of Rick’s celebrity friends, were quick to share messages of condolence.
“I’m so sorry man,” wrote Donald Trump’s son, Donald Trump Jr.
Adam’s brother, Corey Harrison, also paid his tribute to his late sibling on Instagram, sharing an old baby photo of the two of them in a bath.
“Wax wtf I will always love you bubba,” he captioned the image.
Adam was Rick Harrison’s second child from his first marriage to Kim Harrison. Rick later went on to marry his second wife with whom he has son Jake.
While we saw Rick and Corey running the Gold & Silver Pawn and appearing on the show, Adam was not as involved, although it has been reported that he did work with his father.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reports overdose deaths, including synthetic opioids, raising 56.6% from January 2020 to 2021.
The Drug Enforcement Agency lists fentanyl as a Schedule II controlled substance “that is similar to morphine but about 100 times more potent.” Depending on a person’s body, even two milligrams, which is less than a grain of salt, can be lethal.
Our thoughts and prayers go to the Harrison family.
Rest in peace, Adam.
Husband Ridicules Antique Egg Wife Purchased at Flea Market, So She Requests He Unwrap It
My husband once teased me for buying a small enameled egg at a flea market, but he was in for a surprise. I have always loved visiting flea markets, drawn to the idea of sifting through other people’s discarded items to find hidden treasures. This passion started when I was eleven, spending summers with my grandmother in New England. We would explore every flea market and street fair we could find, searching for what she called “preloved jewels”.
Even as a mother and grandmother now, nothing excites me more than rummaging through various stalls, hoping to find something special among the ordinary. My husband, Sam, is a kind and hardworking man, but he doesn’t understand my obsession. He often refers to my finds as “hoarder junk”, which sometimes causes tension between us. Despite his criticisms, I have no intention of giving up my weekend adventures with a budget of $20, determined to uncover a hidden gem.
Recently, Sam surprised me by asking to join me on one of my trips. It all started a month ago when I visited a nearby town’s street fair. I felt a thrill of excitement as I approached a modest display of knickknacks. Among the items was a small porcelain and enamel egg, roughly the size of a real egg. It wasn’t particularly beautiful, but I was drawn to it.
When I asked the seller how much it cost, he said $25. I gasped dramatically and offered him $5. After some back-and-forth, I convinced him to sell it to me for $10, and I felt a sense of victory as I tucked it away. After browsing a bit more, I headed home with my treasure in hand.
When I got home, I greeted Sam, who was skeptical about my find. He turned the egg over in his hands and discovered it was labeled “Made in Hong Kong”. He laughed and said I had been tricked. I felt a wave of disappointment but insisted that I liked it and heard something shifting inside.
With a quick motion, Sam pried the egg open, revealing a tiny bundle of red silk. As I carefully unwrapped it, I discovered a stunning pair of earrings nestled within. Although I initially thought they were just good fakes, Sam was convinced they were real diamonds after testing them with his breath, which didn’t fog up the clear center stone.
Excited, Sam suggested we take the earrings to a jeweler for appraisal. Despite my concern about the cost, we went to the mall, and the jeweler confirmed that they were indeed diamonds set in 18-carat white gold, possibly worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. My head spun when he said they could be valued at around three million dollars at auction.
Incredibly, the earrings sold for three million! We now have a lovely nest egg in the bank, and the porcelain egg proudly sits on the mantel of our new home. Sam, once a skeptic, has become an enthusiastic flea market companion, joining me in the hunt for more treasures. We may not have found that Van Gogh yet, but we remain hopeful!
This story teaches us that one person’s trash can truly become another’s treasure. It also reminds us to respect and support each other’s interests—Sam’s mockery of my hobby turned into appreciation when we discovered the earrings together.
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