I am writing this book
for myself, to get the details of Andrew’s life and death into a form that I
can hold, and read, and add to, and share. If I can put it onto paper—capture some
of Andrew and my life together, it may help me get to my goal of living to be 125 years old.
This means I have as
much of my life to live as I have already lived. Andrew’s part in this second
half, if I am lucky enough to get there, will be what I can remember, ponder,
and maybe begin to understand.
If I can share these
words with others and hear from them, in return, it seems like I might have a chance
at sharing more. Sharing what exactly, I do not know.
Definitely more than just the horror. Maybe the relief, the joy, the sadness, and the
details of our full experience.
Maybe that would ease my starvation, help me in
my life’s work of connecting the dots.
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