slipping the surly bonds of earth

Apr 18, 2009 09:14

Andrew died during the night.

Evidently he was so tired because he was weaker than we thought, or the shock was too much, or... I don't know.

At least he passed on when he was warm and dry and fed and sheltered, not shivering and alone in the middle of a storm.

Fly on to a better place, little bird.

(This better not be representative of how this day's going to go.)
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