Eight Years: Remembering Andrew and the Lessons He Taught

Eight years ago, on this very day in 2017, Andrew passed away around 7 or 8 p.m. The time, though specific in my memory, feels both incredibly recent and impossibly distant.

Today, July 18th, holds a profound significance for me. It's truly striking how quickly time has flown – a realisation that is both incredible and, at times, a little frightening.

Life has undoubtedly changed since then. I've remained single, not for lack of looking, but because my world view has shifted so profoundly. Andrew's illness and his courageous…