Last week I had to endure another loss, under three months after Mom died too...
My friend, Andy, passed away unexpectedly in his sleep last Thursday and I didn't hear about it until early Saturday morning.
I first met him when I was introduced to him by a mutual friend from church. We met at a singles activity. Our friend had some hopes that he and I would start dating. I did try to have feelings for him, but it couldn't be forced. Instead, a nice comfortable friendship developed over the years.
When I moved to Coralville, I was surprised to find he lived in our complex, just a couple apartment buildings away, so when I wasn't busy (which unfortunately wasn't often because of Mom's illness), I tried to hang out with him, whether it be on Facebook chat, or occasionally going out. When I had to deal with having to work Sundays at my last job and was so upset that I cried to the point that my eyes were red and swollen, it was Andy who took me out for ice cream and tried to cheer me up. When I struggled with being single and seeing friends around me in the church getting engaged, it was Andy who could relate because he struggled with it too. And then there were times when the roles were reversed because he struggled with it more than I did, almost to the point where he considered leaving the church.
The last time I saw him alive was when he came to my ward by mistake. Because of the time change, he came to our services. It didn't matter to me. I was just so happy he was working on coming back to church!
Once again, I keep going back to what Melissa said to me once; the Lord's ways are higher than our ways. I was wondering why Andy had to leave just when he was getting his testimony revived, but I know why. It was his time to go, and his progression will continue on the other side.
God be with you until we meet again, Andy. This is NOT goodbye; this is see you later. I love you, buddy.
Slan go foill...
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