I got to see Andy on Friday, a few hours before he let go. I told him I didn't know of we'd get the car done, but we'd try our hardest.
I turned to leave his room, and saw these on a bookshelf.
Andy cared about us to the point of calling us family. There's not a doubt in my mind that if the roles were reversed for any of us, he'd've been there on our last day, wrenching on our cars.
Carlisle will never be the same, and there will always be a hole in my heart and a knot in my throat when his name comes up. But I'm glad I knew him. I know my family meant as much to him and his did to ours, and I have a lot of fantastic and hilarious memories to look back on.