Andrew Eric Goldfinger
February 5th, 2008 historical, personal, spiritual
My brother.
My friend.
My roommate.
My groomsman.
I miss you.
You prayed with passion.
You made me laugh.
You challenged my assumptions.
You drank Pepsi by the gallon.
You left messages on my phone from a Scottish plumber.
You threw pillows at me to make me stop snoring.
You dragged me out of bed when I refused to work.
You prompted me to ask Kati to be my wife.
You were among the seven who ran the drillfield.
You were among the six who wore no clothes.
You wanted Messiah.
You have Him now.
Shalom and lechaim.
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1. Andrew Farmer | February 6th, 2008 at 12:18 am
I remember long walks at night, talking about life matters that seemed so important then, but so insignificant now.
I remember watching the trailer for Jade Empire on the Xbox, and being so excited with you over how AWESOME that game was going to be.
I remember how you always took life matters to a philosophical depth that my brain was not and will never be wired for.
I remember how I got addicted to smoking, and how we’d have to take breaks during the occasional marathon prayer session so I could light up.
I remember how messy your room always was.
I remember working on the knots in your back that even my fingers had a hard time dealing with.
I remember falling asleep on your couch too many times to mention.
I remember how you absolutely HATED driving next to 18-wheelers on the highway. In front, in back, but never beside.
Andy, I miss you, and I will keep missing you. I hope that somewhere in heaven, we can meet up some starlit night over a plate of chicken nuggets, ketchup, and rabbi jokes.
Sleep well for now, my brother, my friend.
2. Leon Mays | April 10th, 2008 at 6:08 pm
I remember you, a long time ago, sitting under a loft in Lee Hall.
Conrad had introduced us at the martial arts club you were both in.
Even then I knew this was someone who would be important to me.
We sat for hours and hours under that loft, talking about everything.
God, Jesus, the military, politics, Israel… it feels like our time together was a neverending conversation.
One I will cherish forever.
I remember your mind, never satisfied, always seeking more.
Full of questions… always desiring to understand.
Thank you for stretching me to ask more questions.
Forgive me for presuming to be able to answer yours.
I remember your laugh, your jokes, your quirks.
I can’t think of a time I could ever stay mad at you for anything.
I remember your tears as well, though sometimes you hid them.
I won’t forget your heart.
I remember best of all your spirit.
I saw it how you lived, how you loved, how you prayed, how you would restrain yourself, how you would let go.
I will keep my promise to you, though you have gone away from this place. I will not forget you, little brother.
The conversation has paused for a time, but it has not ended.
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