Remembering Andrew

A sweet friend calls every August 13 and asks, “Any fun Andrew stories you want to share.” We talk about him, our husbands , grandkids, and adult offspring. It’s a wonderful chat.

Yes, I miss him.

Yes, I still have days when it hurts to not be able to pick up the phone and call him. I still have days, even six years later when I cry.

But more often, when I think of my fifth child, my third son, I think of the joy he and life he brought into my life. He was bigger than life. Full of mischief and too often without filters. He made me laugh. He made me feel like a good mom.

I’m glad I got to be his mom.

I know many will forget him. Many of my friends ever knew him. His youngest niece and nephew never met him.

He will be forgotten. Maybe even by me if I develop the horrid disease of Alzheimer’s.

But he impacted lives. He made a difference. He was loved. He loved openly. He brought joy and laughter. He lived. He mattered. He lives still. He matters still.

I’m grateful.

Andrew Raymond Duncan 12/24/92-8/12/13

5 thoughts on “Remembering Andrew

  1. Andrew is always in my heart. He always had a big hug for me and his precious smile. I remember ssking him to perform and to please not do anything that would make you ground him. My love to you and your family.

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