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| Andy's Ghost Bike |
Today I went to visit my friend Andy Morgan’s ghost bike on Houston and Elizabeth Street. I walk down Houston frequently as it is near my apartment, but up until today, I haven’t been in the right mind frame and haven’t had the courage to pay my respects to Andy. Andy was just 25 when he was biking to work and got ran over by a delivery truck making an illegal turn. He was killed instantly. I was in Central America when it happened, and like everyone who knew and loved him, I was devastated. Andy was the first person that I met when I started college. He played excellent jazz guitar, and I was a shy, akward 17-year old, and he was so friendly and welcoming and made me feel like I belonged and mattered in the music community. He was sweet, enthusiastic, and kind. In the years since his death, I have been having a difficult time coming to terms with his passing. I just can’t understand why the nicest people we know are taken from us. I am not good at writing about such hard topics, so I am just going to end this with a quote about Andy.
“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.”
R.I.P. Andy. You are so greatly missed. Love, Joy
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