Monday, October 16, 2023
I met Andy when I was three and he was five. From the time he was young, he had a beautiful heart. He was kind and generous and always wanted to help people. My father had a stroke several years ago and Andy, knowing that I was upset and nervous about driving in the city, drove me down to Long Island to visit my dad and stayed with my sister and me the whole time. Then, when my dad was transferred to rehab in Manhattan, he drove me there and sat for hours while I visited. He drove us back upstate and hung out with us on my farm. He and our mutual friend Dianne were a godsend. I will always remember the sweet boy with the curly blonde hair and the big smile. I love you. Love and peace to the Brooks family.
