dreams

i dreamt i was in glasgow, and andrew krygsman was on the same tour as me. i was telling an old classmate (who happened to be travelling with me) that i'd booked an airbnb near the city centre the last time i visited glasgow.

andrew, who happened to be near us, had a perplexed expression on his face. he turned to me and said, "how can that be?"

well, i don't know. i wonder that too. how could it be that someone as well-loved as you has passed on? like many things, the dream had no meaning to it. just like how many of us still can't make sense of your passing.

everyone who's met andrew before would agree that he's a charmer. he knows just what to say to make you laugh even if you didn't feel like it. he brings energy to a room, and people just naturally want to be wherever he was.

his passing will always leave a gap in our hearts.