As I have mentioned before, when Andrew died, family and friends
surrounded us.
We were making many decisions. I was hit full force with a
terrible blow every time I had to make another choice, see another picture,
read another note.
My family and friends held me, held us. Their presence was a
miracle of caring.
I now understand what true caring is. I was literally carried
along. The energy of others to be there, for whatever reason, be it love, caring,
curiosity, pity, voyeurism somehow transferred to me and supported and
insulated, distracted, and cared for me.
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