My son Andrew died six years ago today
My son Andrew died six years ago today. He had just turned one.
He was born just as the leaves were turning. He died just as the leaves were turning.
We played a song from the musical Rent at his memorial service. It always makes us think of him. It goes, in part, like this.
525,600 moments so dear.
How do you measure, measure a year?
In diapers, report cards, in spoked wheels, and speeding tickets.
In contracts, dollars, in funerals and births
525, 600 journeys to plan.
How do you measure the life of a woman or man?
How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love.
We miss you, Andrew. And we wonder every day
what you would be doing, what you would be like.