298/365 Leo

I was pleasantly surprised when Andrew called us on a Saturday afternoon a little over a year ago. The call started out normal, how are you? Fine, thanks, how are you? but when he said something happened and was Dad there? and could I put the phone on speaker so he could talk to us both, I knew something was wrong. I could hear it in his voice.

On speaker, Dean next to me, Andrew told us that Leo was dead. We asked Leo who? Leo from college or Leo, Andrew’s friend from high school, and still one of Andrew’s closest friends. It was Leo from high school. Leo who had, just the week before, picked Andrew and Alex up from our house. Leo whose mother was not only a friend, but Dean’s work colleague.

He fell to his death from his apartment window. It was not suicide. It was a tragic accident.

One year later I still cry.