The birth of our son, Adrian James Croce
When we discovered we were going to have a child, Jim became even more determined to make music his profession. He sent a cassette of his new songs to his friend and producer in New York City, in hope that he could get a record deal for his first professional solo album. Then the greatest gift of all, our son Adrian James came to us in September 1971. The family I had dreamed of was finally ours. Just two short years after Jim Croce’s songs topped the music charts, his plane crashed in Natchitoches, Louisiana. When Jim died on September 20th, 1973, A.J. was a week away from celebrating his second birthday. He never got to know his father but Jim’s music played on and his words “There never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do” rang truer than ever.