We have to empty Andrew’s dorm. Maybe today, tomorrow or the day after. It is a touchy subject for some reason.
Whenever we bring it up, or I should say whenever I bring it up, the faces around the table become tense.
We each have different ways of wanting to do this. When we talked about it a couple of days ago, we ended up crying, getting angry with each other and storming off in different directions.
I mostly write about my own journey, and it is mainly to me that people send messages of sympathy. But the truth is that it is not just me, it is us. Us, minus Andrew, are like the severely injured survivors of… an explosion. We look around and see that we are still alive. Our limbs are all but amputated, our insides are all but spilling out of the gaping holes in our stomachs and chests, but our hearts are still beating, we can feel everything. And it is we wounded four that crawl to each other to offer help, oozing blood along the way.
I look forward to reaching a place that I know exists, where my imagination will be restored to me and I will be able to imagine better days ahead.
Right now though, we have to get into, then past Andrew’s dorm.
If only we’d find you there Andrew, either today, tomorrow or the day after.
We love you Tigger.