With his death he leaves behind: a wife – Amanda Fuller, parents, a brother – Andrew Iverson, a younger sister – Amber Iverson, 5 sisters n law, 2 brothers in law, 7 nieces, 7 nephews, 3 great-nieces, 3 great-nephews, many aunts, and cousins. He also leaves behind many great friends, both professional and personal.
Adam was born three minutes ahead of his identical twin brother in Great Falls, Montana to Mickey Iverson and Jeanne Kiskaleski of Conrad, Montana. On the outskirts of Conrad, Adam grew up on a wheat farm with his family. This is were he learned to be an innovator with skills like carpentry, welding, machining and wiring, along with many other skills that he would take into his adult life. When Adam was 10, with help from his father and brother, the two boys built a two seater sail bike, to get around. He had many fond memories of exploring, building forts, and sometimes getting into mischief on the farm. In between school, church, and free time was the harvest. He learned to drive wheat trucks when he was 12 and took with him a strong work ethic wherever he went and what ever he did. After graduating from Conrad High School, Adam went onto Bozeman, Montana to attend Montana State University. He graduated with a Bachelors Degree in Electrical Engineering and then a Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering. His first internship after his Bachelors Degree was with Bechtel Nevada in Los Alamos, New Mexico.
Adam met me through a coworker at Bechtel Nevada that I went to college with and was visiting. We dated on and off long distance for seven years before we were married at Fuller Lodge in Los Alamos and then a year and a half later, we were sealed for all time and eternity in the Albuquerque Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We were married for 12 years before his passing. Adam and I did not have any two legged children, we did however have 4 of the four legged, furry kind. He loved his fur children very much, they are horribly spoiled and they would come on most if not all of the adventures we took. He was the main caregiver to our dog Minnie when she was on hospice care in our home. I am sure she greeted him on the other side. Adam leaves behind Scruffy, Sophia, and Sanchovies.
Like most wives of an engineer or scientist of Los Alamos, I really never knew what my husband did for work. He explained it to me once this way: “I design and build the machines and cameras that record the data from the stuff the physicist blow up.” I later learn they were called radiometry machines and CCD cameras. Over the years of service to his work he was given many awards and accolades. Although Adam was an Electrical Engineer by trade, he also dabbled in Mechanical Engineering, R&D, Optics and Chemistry. In Adam’s personal life he was a certified PADI Open Water Diver. We took many trips to tropical and stateside locations to enjoy this hobby. He was an amateur geologist and gemologist, and was skilled at faceting raw gemstones. I taught him how to be a blacksmith, and he surpassed me in this hobby in every way, much to my chagrin. His knives and decorative pieces were always finished and beautiful. Adam, with the help of a close friend, built a greenhouse in our backyard in which he grew a variety of produce almost year round for three years up until the wind tore it down. He was an avid hiker and rock climber, and his enjoyment of mountaineering lead him to summit three 14ers. He participated in the Boy Scouts of America program through our church. Some of his fondest memories were of the time he went to Philmont Ranch in New Mexico with a nephew and Troop 222. Adam was a jack of all trades, a master tinkerer.
Adam lived in Los Alamos for 20 years. While we traveled extensively to Montana, Washington, Tennessee, and Arizona, he was always grateful to return home to New Mexico. He spent many fall seasons in Arizona to hunt for Arizona Diamonds (double terminated quartz) of which he amassed a large collection. Adam is laid to rest in a small founding families cemetery in Pine, Arizona.
As his wife I write this tribute in honor of the second anniversary of his death. It brings me great comfort to know that he no longer has to search for meaning in a world that seems to only offer contention and unrest. I am grateful that he has finally found the all encompassing peace, truth, and love that only the embrace of the Savior can provide. And still I wish I was not here, Adam, without you. You will always be loved and never forgotten.