I barely knew him but he smiled at me one night many years ago in youth group. Then, he quietly said my name. I can still see it. I can still barely hear it. I don't remember why he smiled or uttered my name. I don't remember what it was about. Most upperclassmen ignored us little sister types, but Andy was kind to all.
I hadn't thought of that moment in many, many years until this past Sunday evening when my mom called and asked if I remembered Andy Banks.
Of course I remember sweet, kind Andy.
And now his sweet spirit shines even brighter, in a better place. His pain is over but those who knew him, regardless of how well, are just beginning to hurt. If you knew him at all, you know this is the world's loss.
I'm angry, but something tells me he wouldn't want me to be. So I'm going to try to be more like him. That's what I'm going to do.
And I'm going to remember his smile.