Monday, September 18, 2023
Andrew is the love of my life. We met four years ago and instantly everything was brighter, happier, full of laughter. We would spend our Saturday evenings walking around classic car shows, looking at the Monte's and the Cadillacs among his other favorite cars or we would hit up a thrift store to find some fantastic 80s shirt or old man sweater to wear as we affectionately called them. His knowledge of all things horrible 80s movie was second to none and that love and appreciation for those horrible classics rubbed off on me. He adored his cat Stella or Belly as he would often call her and while he would never admit it publicly, he liked our other two cats Birdie and Bubbs. Before car show season would start, I could pull him away and go frolicking or galivanting around looking for antique stores to find new weird decor or more vinyl to add to our collection; even convincing him to go to some artsy community festivals too that he secretly loved. Andrew put me before him. He always made sure I was taken care of before himself. He was truly amazing, and giving, and albeit stubborn at times but that's who he was. My life is forever changed because I knew him and was lucky enough to be loved by him. I miss you so much, until we meet again my love.
