It was beautiful along Skyline Drive in the Shenandoah National Park this past weekend. A precious and crisp light made everything seem celebratory. And, indeed, we were there to remember and celebrate the birthday of my younger brother, who passed away last year shortly before his 56th birthday. His love of the outdoors means that we mark his birthday by continuing his tradition along with his wife and daughter of going camping on his birthday weekend. This time, though, instead of in tents, we were in a lovely house on a ridge overlooking wetlands on the edge of Strasburg, Va. It was a wonderful time despite the painful loss we all still feel.
Illustration: “Shenandoah,” 20″ x 34″ oil on canvas by Black Elephant Blog author (2018)
A Birthday Note: “Me at 43”
Soon after we returned home, Andy’s wife shared with us a note she had found in an old desk she was about to discard, a note written by Andy on his 43d birthday. I’ll share it here because, in our social media-frazzled times, it’s wonderful to peer into a brilliant mind capable of sitting down and reflecting on things–and not needing to show his thoughts instantly to all the world.
Photo: Andy with his older brother and sister in the 1960s
Andy, who it is still hard to believe is not here, had a great sense of humor, quick wit, and enormous reservoirs of empathy–all traits we’re missing today in our national daily discourse. He made friends all over the world and was an avid explorer from the islands of Comoros off the east coast of Africa to the islands of the Caribbean and even islands along the coast of Washington state. (He was expert on sustainable tourism for island economies.) He also traveled across Argentina, Spain, Germany, England, Israel, Australia and Africa. Andy was a voracious reader especially about indigenous peoples and colonial expeditions and settlements. He was a nature lover and enjoyed hiking in remote places. Andy indeed never really took to social media though, in fact, he was tweeting about America’s desperate times on the day he died, without warning, on 26 July 2017 from complications of a seizure. (He was greatly troubled by what was happening to our nation but his seizures were an unexpected side effect of surgery he’d had in 2014.)
Photo: Andy as a baby, smiling
Andy wrote the following in 2004 and apparently never showed it to anyone. If he had, we might have questioned his memory of his birth weight being “over 10 pounds.” (His birth weight was 7 lbs. 12 oz.) I am showing it here as a way of remembering and sharing a little bit of my younger brother, who loved life and made the most of it.