81/365/2021 This is Andrew and me, about 9-10 years ago. I learned Monday night that Andrew passed away. Only 34 years old. Andrew was one of kindest people I’ve ever known, and he was hella smart too. I hadn’t talked to him in years, yet I am feeling this loss hard. Admittedly, I had a minor crush on Andrew back in the day. I’m not sure you could know Andrew without having a crush on him, though. I coped Monday night by taking to Jessica on the phone until late into the night as we reminisced and sang some bad 90s music together. I hate that the world lost Andrew. I hate that I didn’t talk to him for so long. I hate that I’m writing these words knowing how inadequate they are.
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