Saturday, January 11, 2025
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Andy Schmitt, my beloved cousin--a strapping tower of resilience and athletic strength--makes my soul sturdier just by remembering him and the love and fun we all shared as kids growing up in a more innocent time. His roots are deep. His branches, beautiful, as they stretch to the sky of a family his devoted love created. His overstory of friends, I hear, is broad and rich. An understory, nurturing, to the family members he loved in our sturdy forest. Wild, free and loving. His humor is a gift that will live on and chatted about among the woodpeckers as they remain focused on digging in and using the great gifts their creator gave them to prep for winter. Like an "Andy" to emulate. May his soul cycle across the snowy trails of a Vermont forest. His spirit soar with the osprey whose nests rise high with hope into the new life of spring. His sturdy foundation of support offer warm summer sunshine to his beloved so raw in their grief. May the life he created feel his toasty sense of love and wit whenever their leaves fall. May you know he stands tall with the trees. With love and support...I honor you, Great Cousin. Love, Gwen of Vermont
