It is almost midnight. Almost the 20th of April, and I would be remiss if I didn't say that I remembered what today was. But I would be even more remiss if I didn't say that there is this thing inside of me that says, with a settled finality, that anniversaries are like the tide, always there, scheduled and on time, but that sometimes they have different intensities.

This tide is finally flowing out with a little less intensity.

The past six years have shown me that creation knows to cry out with praises, from the tide to death, from the mountains to the valleys, and from sorrow to life of the deepest kind.

Thanks, Andrew, for helping to point me to life and for helping my testimony to point others to life and most of all for being part of my testimony. We miss you.