A Eulogy for AndrewA Poem by An owl on the moonMy son passed away on July 28, 2025... after a reaction to his medicine... these are my frail words trying to make sense of it all...![]() “Children are a gift from the Lord; they are His reward.” ... Psalm 127:3 I am Chelsea and Andrew’s father. And there is nothing I
could ever do...no accomplishment, no other title...that brings me more joy
than being their dad. A few months ago, I left my job to care for Andrew
full-time. I didn’t know how short the time would be, but I am so grateful I
had that opportunity. We got to go to the community center each day. We went to
Walmart twice a day. I got to see him take his walks around the neighborhood 10
or 20 times a day. We got to be together...and work for better things. Today we remember Andy… We remember Andy...our precious son, loving brother, cousin,
nephew, grandson, friend, and neighbor. And we remember Andy as one who
suffered greatly these past few years with schizophrenia. Today, I’m wearing his favorite Birkenstocks and a replica
of his Jupiter t-shirt. It’s a replica because if I wore his original,
well-worn one, it would be a crop top… and nobody needs to see that. I don’t
know how many miles he walked in these sandals… but I know our neighbors saw
him in them...day and night. He walked and walked… saying hello to those he
saw… sometimes trying to process what he was experiencing, sometimes trying to
push through the pain. Just a few weeks ago, on a walk, I asked him to tell me
about Jupiter...his favorite planet. He started by telling me that the core is
hotter than the surface of the sun. That each layer of Jupiter is distinct...even
in how they smell. And that Jupiter’s powerful gravity deflects or captures
comets and asteroids, protecting Earth from their impact. That was Andy...fascinated
by the universe. Intelligent, curious, and filled with wonder. But along with his diagnosis came cruel and relentless
voices...speaking pain into him daily. If you’ve seen A Beautiful Mind
with Russell Crowe, you know a small piece of what he faced every day, from the
moment he woke up until he went to sleep...voices and visions, often of those
who had been most cruel to him. In recent months, the voices grew darker. They said things
like, “Andy, we have to kill you.” I’ve thought about all the things he will miss… But then I realized… he’s not missing a thing. He is not
missing joy. C.S. Lewis once wrote: “We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink
and pleasure and ambition when infinite joy is offered us...like an ignorant
child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine
what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea.” Lewis reminds us that even the best things of this life
can’t compare to what God has prepared for His children. Andrew is no longer in the mud puddles of this world. His
suffering is over. And now, it would be incredibly selfish of me to want him
back here...to suffer in this world only more. On Christmas Eve, our family always watches A Christmas
Carol. There’s a moment in the story...after Tiny Tim’s death is
shown to Scrooge...when Bob Cratchit speaks of his son with aching love: “We must never forget Tiny Tim, or how patient and mild
he was, although he was a little, little child. We must remember his patience
and his mildness, and we shall never quarrel easily among ourselves and forget
poor Tiny Tim in doing it.” And so, though my words here will soon be forgotten and
we’ll all go back to our lives… I ask you just one thing: It is said that sad birds still sing. I am Chelsea and Andrew’s father.
But we hold tight to the Lord’s hope that this is not the end of his story...
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