Andrew died eighteen months ago today.
My heart is heavy and incredulous still.
I would like to be able to see where you are. Come there and make sure everything is okay. Like when I used to come and visit you at college when you were at Drexel in Philadelphia.
It seems unbelievable now that once I tried to postpone a visit to the following week-end until you said:
“I was rather looking forward to it, Mummy.”
Of course we came, and couldn’t get there fast enough actually. And I cooked before hand and put together a large box full of (edible) supplies.
If only I could get in the car now and drive to come and see you.
My darling, darling Andrew.
Oh my darling, sweet, beloved Andrew, how I miss you.