Tears have streamed down the face of many a person since you've left this world. I don't think anybody realized that when we said good-bye, it would be our last good-bye to you. Is there anyway for you to know how greatly you're missed? Anyway for you to know how many people's lives you've touched? I really hope you do. I really hope you know how much everyone loved you, how much everyone still loves you, how much everyone will always love you.
You made mistakes. We all make mistakes some time or other. I just wish the price hadn't been so great. I never knew you that well. I only remember that you were always kind. When all the cousins were gathered together, you made sure I wasn't forgotten. When I complained of boys who pulled on my pigtails, you taught me how to punch. Perhaps not the greatest solution to the problem, but it was much appreciated. And it was never forgotten. It wasn't that I could now defend myself because you taught me how to punch someone correctly, but that you had taken the time to even teach me at all. You cared. You cared about everyone. And people remembered that you cared. At your wake, the line of people to say their last good-byes to you continued out the door. And people didn't stop coming until the very end. You cared, and people cared in return. And so your legacy will live on. People will always remember you. Remember your passion for art and music. Remember the small acts of kindness you did. Just know, Andrew, that you will always be remembered with love by all who knew you. I will always remember you.
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