Returning here to the posts left on a memoriam page to Andie that has now disappeared. I am so glad I printed it all.

Tuesday May 3 2005 (the day after funeral) from Trav

Far Away where the soft winds blow, Far away from it all, There is a place you go, Where teardrops fall. Far away in the stormy night, Far away and over the wall, You were her in the flickering light, Where the teardrops fall. We banged the drum slowly, and played the fife lowly. You know the song in my heart. In turning of twilight, In shadows of moonlight, you can show me a new place to start. i've torn my clothes and I've drained my cup, Strippin' away at it all, Thinking of you when the sun comes up, Where teardrops fall. By rivers of blindness, In love and with kindness, We could hold up a toast if we meet. To the cuttin' of fences, to sharpen the senses, that linger in the fireball heat. Roses are red, violets are blue, And time is beginning to crawl, I just might have to come see you, Where teardrops fall.