Without Andrew

Thinking of the upcoming B-52’s concert this Friday has been making me sad.  So many thoughts of the late, great Andrew.  It was with Andrew and Christy that I went to two B-52’s concerts waaaaay back in the early ‘80s.  How we loved those first two albums (The B-52’s and Wild Planet)!

It still bothers me to this day that people assumed Andrew died from AIDS.  Because he was a young, homosexual male.  Not that a brain tumor is any better.  Or dying on the operating table.  Either way, he’s gone, and I’ll never get to see him again.

I guess it bothers me because Andrew was an LPN, working at a hospital and in school to become an RN, and he was very careful and tested frequently.  Assuming he died from AIDS implies that he might have been careless, and he was not.

So many good memories of and great stories about Andrew, though.  I really need to get them all written down.  Someday.

Why does it seem that the people who live their lives with the most joy are the ones taken too soon?

I have to stop now, because I’m tearing up.

Love you, Andrew.  I think of you often, holding court at your big dance party in the sky.

=^..^=

P.S. I’m tucking a photo of Andrew in my bag for the concert.  I need him there with me.