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Andy Stephenson was my friend. I knew him originally simply as God_Bush_n_Cheney on DU, but our real friendship started when I did the numbers for New Hampshire right after the election. He was my primary contact with the BBV folks, and we became pretty close while we worked on election fraud investigation last November/December. I literally lost track of the number of hours we spoke on the telephone during that time period....
I never met him in person, ever.
I spoke with Andy on November 5, 2004 when it looked like the Nader folks were going to help us recount New Hampshire. There was a mad scramble of calls from half a dozen people, and Andy went on the Randi Rhodes show that afternoon asking people to fax requests to Nader to help with New Hampshire -- twelve to eighteen INCHES of requests later, the Nader folks were begging people to STOP ALREADY! They got the hint that we wanted answers....and Andy helped make that happen.
During November of last year, Andy had the occasional "bad moment" with Bev Harris of BBV. She was not always an easy person to work with from what I was hearing, and I helped buck Andy up when he was ready to quit a couple of times by reminding him how important the work was, and that he was making a serious difference. I told him it made sense that the stress we were all facing would result in the occasional "bad moments", and encouraged him to "let it go" when he was ready to just scream for a bit. Subsequent events with BBV make me question the wisdom of my "tolerance" at the time, but honestly, I was a tad naive back then....
He called me the night of the antics in Volusia County, Florida, and I danced around the living room with glee at the fact we would now have PROOF!!! We shared the roller coaster ride of doing everything we could do to make a difference, including the wobbly "it just wasn't enough" frustrations afterwards....
There was more -- so much more -- during those very intense couple of months that had me proudly calling Andy Stephenson a friend: When his sister died in November, I talked with him about it. When my father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two days before Christmas, I talked with him about that, too. And later, when my father passed away from it in March, my friend Andy got on the phone with me then, too, and was supportive of my "family drama" as only someone who'd heard all about the players could be. We weren't talking as often by then, but we were still staying in touch. I watched for posts on his health, and I think he did the same back, because if I was having a "bad time" with the family, I usually heard from him that day.
Our last conversation was a couple of weeks ago. He was frustrated, but upbeat. The pancreatic cancer thing had me very worried (especially because it had just killed my father), but he told me about the treatment he was getting at Johns Hopkins, and I felt confident he was going to survive it. I'm angry with myself for not staying in better touch lately; I guess I thought there would be more time to talk "later."
I never met Andy in person, and I can't make it to his funeral Saturday. This is going to sound like a sick joke, but its going to be the THIRD FUNERAL THIS WEEK -- isn't that just nuts? Part of me is so sick to death of funerals, it isn't even funny, but another part of me is just having the worst time because I won't be at Andy's....It feels wrong not to be there on so many levels, and its also like no one around me understands the relationship with my friend-who-I-never-met-in-person, and no one else knew him (although my husband heard all about him), and there is no one else to share the grief with, or anyway to get closure....
And I just can't believe he's gone, and I don't know what to do to celebrate his life, or how to honor his memory ON SATURDAY in an appropriate way without traveling from Michigan to Washington. (Yes, long term my continuing involvement with election integrity issues is one way of honoring him, but I'm talking SHORT TERM ON SATURDAY.)
Any advice? And thanks in advance -- I'll read the answers in the morning, because honestly, I'm just sitting here crying, and I want to go curl up with my husband now....
I still can't believe he's gone...
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