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I Have Never Gone to a Funeral Like Today's

I have been to a lot of funerals (I spent some time living in a funeral home when I was young) but I have never gone to a funeral like today. I watched all my grandparents buried and have lost several classmates over the years but I have never gone to a funeral like today. I have never been to a funeral where at the end the widow walks out with a flag and her two young sons walk out with an ax and their Dad’s fire helmet. I have never been at a funeral where the recession was led by a bag pipe player---and I have certainly never been at a funeral where the local Fire House Call Center patches in one last “Call” through the church sound system (I still have chills sitting here typing this thinking about it). I have never heard a more heart felt letter written by a grieving wife and I have never been to a funeral where my poker buddy was laying in the casket. I have also never been to a funeral where my friend decided to take his own life.

Many knew Andy much better than I did, but as I said I played poker in his basement on many occasions and tailgated with him on Saturday afternoons. By the way, he was a pretty damn good card player. Maybe that is why ten days ago when I beat him out on a flush draw it would have never dawned on me that he was in a very dark place. He had a good poker face. I have spent the better part of the last three days trying to understand why a guy that had it all (A beautiful wife, two great young boys, an unbelievable house and a dream job as the Fire Chief in his hometown) could make that choice. At different times I have been pissed, sad, and in disbelief. It has honestly been very upsetting. The answer is that it is not for me to understand and it isn’t going to bring him back. That is just a cold hard fact so I need to move on from it.

The thing I do think about is the impact Andy had in this community and beyond. He wasn’t just a husband, dad, son, and uncle---he was a coach, colleague, and friend to countless many. You need not have gone any further than the visitation at the Fire House or the funeral today to understand. What I have witnessed is that guys, that were in or around his age who either worked with him or were his friends, seem to be doing some personal inventory of their own lives. I think it is easy in this day and age of social media to think everyone else leads these perfect, flawless lives. Everyone posts the best versions of themselves on Facebook or Twitter and all the while may very well be going through some pain staking struggle that no one knows anything about. I think men in particular are extremely guilty of this----maybe it is because we are too competitive and don’t want to be losing in the “race” of life. Maybe we think we can solve it on our own (like in the old days before GPS when we wouldn’t stop and ask for directions). Maybe it is because we are emotionally closed off. Who knows what it is that makes us this way. Then something like this happens and a giant alarm bell is sounded deep in our souls.

The real truth is that most people walking this earth carry great burdens. Some people share them while others keep them concealed. We ask people every day how they are doing and most of the time we get a canned response of “I am fine”. I am sure a lot of the time we are not even listening for the answer since it is so common place. But we are not always fine. The struggle is often all too real and the weight is heavy. But because of culture or custom we don’t seem to be doing as well as we should at opening up and listening. I do know we have to get better.

I won’t even pretend to know what was going on in Andy’s mind at the end but I know he must have been in a pretty dark place that most of us can’t even imagine. I have a Master’s Degree in Counseling and I thought he was fine ten days ago. So I want to apologize to those folks in my own life that I am not paying more attention to on a daily basis. I will try to get my head out of my phone and do better. Know this—I Love You---just as I am sure in my heart that Andy loved his friends and family deeply.

I hope that the good that comes from all of this is that we start opening up when we are in a bad spot and ask for a little help from a friend or family member. Let’s quit being embarrassed to ask for some support. I hope we slow life down some and stop to smell the roses. Life is fleeting so we need to get busy living and looking out for one another. If the last couple of days is indicative I think we are off to a good start. I have rarely seen friends, family, and community come together in such a demonstrative fashion. I don’t know if Andy accomplished everything on his bucket list (The Cubs will probably take care of one of the big ones in the next month) but I do know that he had a tremendous impact in his community. No one can take that away. I hope he keeps a seat warm for us at the Big Poker Table in the sky and I hope he finds that Royal Flush.

I have never gone to a funeral like today's--- and it was as grand a sendoff as anyone could ever hope for---but it will be too soon if I ever have to go to another like it. Rest in Peace Andy.


  1. Very nicely written. You captured a lot of what we are all thinking. Thanks Andy for all you did for Macomb and your family!

  2. Very well written JB. I've hugged my girls a little tighter the last few days. I'll never understand the place Andy was in to do what he did, but I will always miss him.

  3. You're right JB, we need to truly care more about the people around us, not just to listen, but to share when we are down.

  4. JB, this is beautifully written. Thank you for putting "pen to paper" and saying so eloquently what others of us are feeling but do not have words to express. Stacy Dorsett

  5. Well written! Thanks for sharing❤️❤️❤️❤️

  6. You don't know me, I don't know you, and I did not know Andy....but I live this daily in my own life. Your article is an awesome tribute. Not only to your friend, but to the many before him. It is not always something that we ourselves understand. When someone ends their pain like this, it does not mean they are weak or a coward. That person has dealt with so much within themselves, that possibly no one knows about....Your tribute to this man was strong, sweet, caring & loving. I am sure that you showed the same to him in life....Keep him alive by your words, your actions....not only to those close to you, but to ALL you see. When you pass by another, smile, say hello, ask if they need assistance in some may be the only bright spot to their day, may give them hope. You NEVER know what another may be dealing with. I send Peace & Blessings to Andy's family, to you, & to each of you reading this. Thank you.

  7. Thank you for the kind words. It has been a crazy few days of reflection. It is affirming to know that this may help others process this---because I have sure struggled trying to---Have a great day!!

  8. Ditto to what Tami said. God's Blessings to you all.

  9. Dear John - What a beautifully written, heart felt tribute to a dear friend! And as beautiful the tribute, what an important message to share with all that take a moment to read your thoughts. I too had never attended a funeral for that reason ...until the "celebration" for my son Jake. Your words share so much that needs to be shared. Please keep writing and please keep sharing the message pressed onto your heart! One of my son's mantras was...Everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind! Always! Keep spreading love friend and keep sharing your message!

  10. JB your blog is so heart-felt and beautiful!


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