Difficult to know what to do. The day stretches ahead full of moments to be filled with something, but I can’t think with what.
Sorry, no words, no thoughts other than why? Why oh Why? Is there nothing I can do to change this? Do we really have to accept it and give time a chance? Maya, illusion a Divine play – That’s all it is. Problem is, it’s all too real to me, to my husband and children.
But every life has meaning, Andrew’s light is spreading, many a dark tunnels will be illumined by it.
Ippazzi will hold a concert in Andrew’s memory on December 12 at the Bitter End on Bleecker, Manhattan. I am told that anyone coming should be there by 8:30, I certainly will be. Baby I am coming!
I will remind you again closer to the time.