My nephew loved to hear about my writing.
He loved to hear about the interesting people and the interesting stories they tell and how I met them on my blogs.
Andy should have been a writer.
Andy died this morning at 3:09 am in his Father’s arms.
Andy had a disease called
He would have been 22 in July.
My brother- Andy’s father- is only 42.
They were both to young to have walked such a dark path…but they did it together with grace and dignity and love.
How I love them both.
a.m.m.
Irregular Bones 