I wrote this eulogy for my friend, Andrea:
Back in 2007 I met Andrea (and Duane) at our first Legion Rider meeting. I instantly knew she was a force to be reckoned with. She may have only been around 5 feet tall but she had a presence that eclipsed anyone way taller. She had a lot to talk about at those meetings and people sure did listen when she spoke.
Andrea was running catering for the American Legion Auxiliary back then. Of course, as a good recruiter, she instantly asked me to help out with a catering event and I just couldn’t say no to Andrea. That was the beginning of our long relationship working the Bike Blessing. And we both loved it no matter how stressful it felt the day of. Andrea was in charge and she was good at running it.
Her past experience as the Auxiliary President gave her clout and expertise. She did so much for our Legion family over the years.
Our relationship evolved rather quickly. She loved to dole out advice. She took me under her wing and wanted to make sure I would fit in with the rest of the Legion Riders. She quickly discovered that I was almost as headstrong as she was so we did argue once in a while. Actually, we argued a lot.
Andrea would see Jeff and I pull up on our Harley, I would hop off the bike wearing no helmet, and a pair of open toed high-heeled shoes. Andrea’s first words to me in a harsh tone were “You’re gonna scrape all the skin right off your toes riding like that.” My response was “if I fall off the bike, I would be more concerned with smacking my head than worrying about my feet!” She would walk away in a huff after my disrespectful response. I could count to ten and she would be back to say in a softer mother-like voice, “I only say these things to make sure you are safe, you know.” I would give her a big uncomfortable hug and watch her try to wriggle out of my embrace. I had fun messing with her and she always came back for more. I loved her and I’m pretty sure she loved me back.
We spent years riding in parades and charity rides together. But her passion was the Legacy Ride. If you don’t know about the Legacy Ride it averages about 2,000 miles once it’s all said and done. And Andrea did it on the back of a Harley that wasn’t very fancy. She rode on a hard seat without much back support unlike my Princess seat. She was tough as nails. She did that ride through rain, sleet, and relentless heat. And Andrea did it wearing a helmet covered in duct tape. It didn’t matter. She was doing it. She was proud of it. Of course, at one of the stops along the way she had to remind me that I should be wearing long sleeves to protect my skin. There was always something. And I would again give her an uncomfortable hug that made her stop talking.
Over the years she had given me advice about canning the vegetables in my garden. Duane and Andrea are experts at that and I paid attention. I have to credit Andrea for that advice as I think I’ve become pretty good at it.
Andrea worked for H&R Block during tax season. It was a busy time for her but she still found time for the Legion Riders. And there was more than one occasion when she gave me some good tax advice. YES! More advice from Andrea. It was another reason to thank her with an uncomfortable hug and another opportunity to watch her try and wriggle out of it. I loved her and because she was always ready to help me out, I’m pretty sure she loved me back.
Unfortunately, Andrea’s health put her in a situation where she could not do the Legacy Ride any more but her goal remained to do that ride again.
And there was Duane, always by her side and always ready to do whatever it took to help her get better. If there was ever a better love story, I have not witnessed it. Their love is apparent. It is steadfast in all things. It is an example for all of us to follow. Duane was by Andrea’s side always. If you paid close attention, you could feel the love between them when they were near.
Sadly, another Legacy Ride for Andrea never happened. But being wheelchair bound did not stop her. Andrea attended every Legion Rider meeting and event that she could muster. She was resilient in her Harley t-shirts and weathered leather vest. She wore that vest proudly and the many patches were proof of her dedication to the Veterans she served, her love of motorcycling and her love of the Legion Riders. Because she was wheelchair bound, I now had to bend down to give her one of those uncomfortable hugs.
In her last weeks, I visited Andrea as she lay in the emergency room at Ascension with a grim diagnosis. I held her perfectly manicured hand. Andrea always had perfectly manicured nails. They were shiny, sparkly, sometimes glittery, always girly and in direct contrast to her weathered, tough exterior. A reminder of her wonderful, warm soft side. And she was styling it right to the end. I kissed her on her forehead as rolled her eyes at me, which replaced our usual uncomfortable hug.
We talked about how she was feeling, both physically and emotionally. It was a personal and private conversation that will stick with me for a very long time. Her last words to me were “I will see you at the next Legion Rider meeting”. I told her I was counting on it.
Andrea left Ascension and was transferred to hospice care. I sat with her there as she lay in an unresponsive state. I spent my time with her there talking to her and reading messages of love from Linda, Chickie, Marie and everyone else who knew I was sitting with her.
Again, I held her perfectly manicured hand and kissed her on her forehead. This time she couldn’t fight or roll her eyes at me but I sure wish she could have. And after our last conversation I really did love her, I now knew for sure she really did love me back.