Hi – I am Andrew’s twin/room-mate at Drexel.
We were both born on May 21st, 1989. But were twins in other ways too.
We both had the habit of correcting people too much.
Andrew helped me too. He helped me with my cooking. He was such a bright friend and I was lucky to know him.
I am sorry that this happened.
Scott a.k.a. Andrew’s twin.
Certainly I can see the similarities in their measured (succinct) use of words 😉
I do remember Andrew telling me about Scott’s cooking and how generously he fed him more than once.
The last time we visited Andrew at Drexel, in November 2008, before he transferred to NY the following January,
I saw a handwritten menu taped to their door.
“Chicken Parmigiana, vegetables and mashed potatoes”
3 spots left
8 o’clock in the common room
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s a way to get together and get to know people,” Scott explained. “It has helped us make many friends.”
I was touched and impressed beyond words.
For me too, inviting friends or new people I meet (and like) to my house for a home-cooked meal, comes natural.
Many a friendship have been cemented over Risotto with porcini mushrooms or a rich helping of tiramisu’, made by me of course. Although both Florentina and Andrew had reached the stage where they too could make either of the above, with minimum to almost no supervision.
And I could always rely on Andrew to whip a nice and thick batch of fresh cream, make a chocolate souffle for dessert or be the chocolate fondue Master of Ceremonies.
I remember when Hugh bought it for him, and I remember the first time he used it to cook a meal and invited a few of his friends to join us.
He would always explain to new comers how to use the fondue fork so as not to scratch the teflon coated pot.
The fondue set has been sitting forlornly in an out of the way cupboard ever since we brought it back from his dorm at NYU on Dec. 31st. I don’t see it coming out of that cupboard anytime soon, if ever.
Darling you may have been your friend Scott’s twin, and the beloved friend of many, but you were my flesh and blood, you still are. Every cell in my body and every drop of blood in my veins is still screaming in disbelief, in agony and horror.
My love, we did the best we could yesterday for Father’s Day, but it was not the same without you!
NOTHING is the same without you, NOTHING!