This is Andie's mumma (her name for me). Could you send me a copy of that pic of you, Jos and Andie? Thank you for loving her. I had an idea how diverse Andie's interests and friends were. I wish I had met more of her friends and spent time getting to know them. I hope her friends don't mind my scanning through their LJ's. There is no judgement. Just learning about my baby's life and loves.
My email is available on my LJ. I would appreciate it you can. Not a problem if you can't. And just say no, if you would prefer I didn't visit your LJ.
Oh, my. I would be honoured to. I'll get it done today; I think you'll like it. She was radiant in it. It was just from a day that we had all piled in the car to drive to the Waynesboro Wal-mart - nothing remarkable, except when you got this group of girls together, silliness and fun always abounded. You can see it in our faces.
We didn't get nearly enough time together, but we always had the best talks when we did. She would often come to visit me when I worked at Revolutionary Soup, in downtown Charlottesville. She would just come to brighten my day. We spent a lot of time talking about everything from guys, to music, to the future, to life in general. She always made me feel special.
I'm going to add your journal to my friends list, if that's okay. I'm pleased to finally meet one of the people who brought such a lovely person into my life.
OMG!!! I think Andie dragged me into Rev Soup just to meet you. Back in 2001 or 2002. I loved that place and everything it stood for. Freshly made hot soup, local artwork, and free soup to those in most need.
Why can't the world be more like Rev Soup.
I remember being kind of nervous, shy, feeling too old and out of place. Andie was so not like me, thank god/goddess or whatever creative intelligence made all there is.
I admired how open and friendly she was. Hell, I was sometimes jealous, cause she had so little time for me. But poor thing, I just wanted her to sit close and give me the courage to sing. It was much easier to do when she was there, except when she would yell at me for stepping on her harmony. Even that is sweet now. Bittersweet.
Maybe she was so easy with people as a reaction to my being backward. Well I think I grew up most just by watching her. She was wise always so wise in the midst of all the funloving frolicky puppy like personality.
Thank you for including me in any memories you have to share.
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2005-05-13 04:11 (UTC)Wait - Patrick had one up.
From here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/solieri/167756.html#cutid1
...Patrick, I hope you don't mind me stealing that.
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2005-05-15 18:12 (UTC)This is Andie's mumma (her name for me). Could you send me a copy of that pic of you, Jos and Andie? Thank you for loving her. I had an idea how diverse Andie's interests and friends were. I wish I had met more of her friends and spent time getting to know them. I hope her friends don't mind my scanning through their LJ's. There is no judgement. Just learning about my baby's life and loves.
My email is available on my LJ. I would appreciate it you can. Not a problem if you can't. And just say no, if you would prefer I didn't visit your LJ.
Re: that photo
2005-05-15 18:20 (UTC)We didn't get nearly enough time together, but we always had the best talks when we did. She would often come to visit me when I worked at Revolutionary Soup, in downtown Charlottesville. She would just come to brighten my day. We spent a lot of time talking about everything from guys, to music, to the future, to life in general. She always made me feel special.
I'm going to add your journal to my friends list, if that's okay. I'm pleased to finally meet one of the people who brought such a lovely person into my life.
Re: that photo
2005-05-15 19:08 (UTC)Why can't the world be more like Rev Soup.
I remember being kind of nervous, shy, feeling too old and out of place. Andie was so not like me, thank god/goddess or whatever creative intelligence made all there is.
I admired how open and friendly she was. Hell, I was sometimes jealous, cause she had so little time for me. But poor thing, I just wanted her to sit close and give me the courage to sing. It was much easier to do when she was there, except when she would yell at me for stepping on her harmony. Even that is sweet now. Bittersweet.
Maybe she was so easy with people as a reaction to my being backward. Well I think I grew up most just by watching her. She was wise always so wise in the midst of all the funloving frolicky puppy like personality.
Thank you for including me in any memories you have to share.