Life moves so quickly, I can’t keep up.
This week, a man full of wisdom, stories, stubbornness, aged beauty, harshness, humor, strong hands, crooked smile, passed away. He and his wife were possibly my dearest friends. It honestly doesn’t matter that our ages are roughly 65 years apart. I loved them dearly. You know the feeling of going down a staircase and thinking you’re about to land on the solid floor, when you lean out into the air and there’s nothing? That’s what it feels like. Love hurts.
Andy, you’re already missed infinitely.