Andy, I feel like I’m lost at sea without you; adrift in an unending ocean with no land in sight in any direction.

It may seem odd that you—a man with no permanent dwelling—should have been such an anchor for me, but you were. You were always there to keep me grounded any time, night or day. We could (and DID) talk about anything and everything.

I find myself fighting the urge to call your number just to hear your voicemail message.

Strange, but although we never met in person, you knew me better than many people I’ve met face-to-face. You were always there for me when I was hurting…

…until now.

I love you and miss you with all my heart, my dear, dear friend.