My cousin sent me this picture a couple of days ago. It was taken eighteen years ago while visiting my Aunt in Milan, Italy.
In his email, my cousin explained that he remembered taking this (and other pictures) picture and that he had looked through thousands of pictures to find it.
Thank you Renato. What a wonderful gift. Bitter sweet, but wonderful!
The Andrew of this picture is the Andrew in Bruno. It is the Andrew I saw a couple of months ago in a dream; asleep in an attic, bathed in light.
Looking at the child in this picture (and others) who would ever imagine that the child is dead. Who would think that the child took his own life?
I still cannot.
My Andrew is NOT dead.