A friend of Nancy Lanza spoke to the New York Daily News.
“She just looked down at the glass and said, ‘I don’t know. I’m worried I’m losing him,’” said the bar pal, who asked not to be named, of the ominous conversation at the watering hole My Place in Newtown, Conn.
“She said it was getting worse. She was having trouble reaching him.”
…“Nancy told me he was burning himself with a lighter. In the ankles or arms or something,” he recalled of a conversation they had about a year ago. “It was like he was trying to feel something.”
… “It was weird. She never really talked about (Adam),” he said. “She mainly talked about her oldest kid (Ryan). I knew about the other one, but she never spoke much about him.
“She looked disturbed. She was looking down at her glass and kind of talking slowly,” he added.
Nancy’s morose disposition could not have been more was totally out of character.
“You have to know Nancy to know how weird that was,” he said. “She was just always so full of life.”
As she lamented her son’s deteriorating mental state, the drinking buddy took a phone call. When he started chatting with her again, the subject had changed and Nancy was acting her normal, happy self.