Rick Harrison breaks silence after son’s sudden death at 39 – confirms the tragic truth

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.”


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.

My Wife Left Me and Our Son When He Was a Baby – She Ruined My Life Again, Now 10 Years Later

Ten years ago, I stood in the hospital, holding my newborn son, overwhelmed with joy and love. I had envisioned our future together, filled with laughter, milestones, and cherished moments. My wife seemed equally ecstatic, or so I thought. But beneath her smiles, she harbored a resentment that I failed to see.

It was only a few months later that she shattered our world. One evening, as our son slept peacefully in his crib, she dropped a bombshell. “I can’t do this  anymore,” she said with a coldness that froze my heart. She called our son a “burden” and spoke longingly of her “old life.” And then, without a second glance, she walked out on us. I stood there, numb, unable to process the abandonment. She never contacted us again, and honestly, I didn’t want her to.

Raising our son alone was the hardest challenge I ever faced. Every day was a struggle, but every smile from my son was a reminder of why I had to keep going. I vowed never to marry again, never to indulge in any vices. My sole focus was on raising this incredible boy. He became my hero, and I like to think I was his too.

A Shocking Revelation

Life moved forward, and we built a happy, albeit challenging, life together. Then, a few days ago, I received a message that turned my world upside down. It was from her, my wife who had vanished a decade ago. She claimed that my son was not biologically mine. The words were like a dagger to my heart. The universe seemed to collapse around me, the pain unlike anything I had ever felt before.

I was paralyzed with fear and disbelief, but I knew I had to find out the truth. The very next day, I took my son to a clinic for a DNA test. The wait for the results was agonizing. I kept replaying every moment of our life together, trying to make sense of her claim. My love for him never wavered, but I needed to know the truth. And if her words were true, I was prepared to fight back with everything I had.

The Unveiling of Truth

A week later, the results came. My hands trembled as I held the envelope. My heart pounded in my chest as I opened it. The truth was right there, in black and white. As I read the words, my eyes filled with tears.

He was not biologically mine. The ground seemed to vanish beneath my feet. I felt an overwhelming mix of sorrow, anger, and betrayal. But one thing remained clear – my love for my son was unshaken.

Determined to confront her, I reached out. We arranged to meet at a café. When she walked in, it felt surreal. She looked almost the same, but there was a hardness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. I confronted her with the DNA results, expecting some form of remorse. Instead, she smirked and shrugged it off. “I needed to find myself,” she said, as if that justified everything.

The Fight for Justice

Her indifference fueled my resolve. I decided to take legal action to ensure she couldn’t waltz back into our lives and disrupt the peace we had worked so hard to build. I sought advice from a lawyer and began the process of securing my parental rights and ensuring she had no claim over my son. The legal battle was draining, but I was determined to protect my son from further harm.

Throughout the ordeal, my son remained my anchor. He was aware something was wrong, but I shielded him from the worst of it. We continued our routines, finding solace in the small joys of daily life. His resilience inspired me to keep fighting. And slowly, the tide began to turn in our favor. The court granted me full custody, acknowledging the decade of love and care I had provided.

Moving Forward

The ordeal with my wife left scars, but it also strengthened the bond between my son and me. We emerged from the chaos with a renewed sense of purpose. I realized that biological ties were far less important than the love and commitment we shared. We continued to build our life together, cherishing every moment and facing challenges with unwavering determination.

Today, as I look back on those tumultuous years, I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the journey we’ve been on. My son is thriving, a testament to the power of love and resilience. And though the pain of my wife’s betrayal lingers, it no longer defines us. We have created a life filled with love, hope, and endless possibilities. And that, I believe, is the greatest triumph of all.

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