Andrew is more a friend around the corner than a relative living abroad. I remember the first time we had met in the summer of 2001. He was in a red T-shirt and apparently was very upset about the hot weather in Ningbo as sweat was dripping from every part of his body. The first word he said was “hello”, quietly and gently. Since then, we had talked about English grammar, music, politics, movies, and photography. We have so many common topics really.
I'm so sorry about the loss of uncle Andrew. But my dear aunt and cousin, please remember death is a natural part of life and it makes life more beautiful. I believe Andrew must be very satisfied with the meaningful 61-year journey .All the relatives in China miss him so much.