[ANDY]

Andy, beloved, loving, flesh of my flesh,
Bone of bone, do you know somehow, somewhere,
Our grieving is endless, the parting a felt scar,
A wound unhealed, because you abandoned us?

If only--the old refrain--if only your mind
Could have weighed your own real torments against
The thousands of agonies your dying anguish
Created! But no. We beheld the demon unbound.

You what you did. The days of judging are past.
The path you took is the one I came close to walking
Equally madly. Ironic, to think if I’d taken it,
You among others would never have existed.

Of course you are forgiven. Our fiercest grief
Measures the depth and passion of our love.

[Undated]

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I miss Andy to this day and hour. A corner of my house has several treasured drawings.

[John Alvord -11/25/2025]

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