The first time I met Andy we almost got into a brawl over some bullshit that happened at CityClub. About a month later, by gones are by gones, and we are buying rounds and talking shit about other people. It's funny how some friendships start out.
They say you never really know how much people care about you. They also say that you know how well a man was loved by how many people show up at his funeral. If the second one is true then Andy was truly, truly loved.
We all cried and we all grieved for the loss of our brother. And when the funeral procession started down the small roads in Jackson, the whole town had to stop and wait, shut down to a standstill, while car after car drove along to follow our friends body to its final rest.
We have seen our friend placed in the ground, but his memory will live on in our hearts and minds till it's our turn to take that trip.
R.I.P. Andy.
See you on the other side.
They say you never really know how much people care about you. They also say that you know how well a man was loved by how many people show up at his funeral. If the second one is true then Andy was truly, truly loved.
We all cried and we all grieved for the loss of our brother. And when the funeral procession started down the small roads in Jackson, the whole town had to stop and wait, shut down to a standstill, while car after car drove along to follow our friends body to its final rest.
We have seen our friend placed in the ground, but his memory will live on in our hearts and minds till it's our turn to take that trip.
R.I.P. Andy.
See you on the other side.
that's a horribly sad journal.
i hope to see you sometime soon.