Hello my friends, it has been awhile. I hate that what most often motivates me to write is when something negative happens, but I can't help it.
I am a girl who loves sad movies, sad books, anything that can make me tear up. I guess it's just something about really being able to feel something to the point of a physical reaction.
A sad movie is one thing, but finding out someone you knew when you were a younger version of yourself has died. That can be too much feeling of anything. I just found out via facebook (that in itself is sad, technology really does have drawbacks) that someone I knew growing up, someone who worked for my parents intermittently and who's extended family I spent a lot of time with when I was very very young passed away.
It sounds like a cliche, but it really does seem like these things always happen to the kindest most open, happy, friendly, caring, selfless people.
I wasn't ever close to Andy, but his family is the kind of family that loves completely, beyond unconditionally, there's no describing their dynamic. I cannot even imagine how badly they feel. Just like I can't imagine how Gary's family feels to this day. I know if I still feel a constant twinge of pain over a dear friend who has been gone for more than two years, there is little chance of a mother ever getting over that kind of loss.