It's not just Andrew's death - a phrase which sounds too fucking weird to me, two weeks later. It's the complete rearrangement of all of my cells. Literally.
With Andrew gone, my strongest remaining physical connection to my childhood and my younger years is gone.
[Picture of me and Andrew - him at 3ish me at 6ish]
Andre…
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