Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for April 05, 2018

…In the kind of world where we belong…

Bittersweet…

Now that the oven is off, he can finally rest in peace.

RIP Andy. You broke many hearts with your passing, even the second time around.

This strip gave me a punch to the heart because of one of the kindest men I’ve ever known – Russ died in 1984 – no treatment then at all. It was the era of “AIDS – what’s that?” It still hurts to miss him – I cried when I saw this strip in 1990 and I’m crying now. Russ and Andy were very alike.

Made me cry then, made me cry now.

Life is this whole “Alpha and Omega thing”, Beginning and the End and most of the time the end sucks. We can show our love for that person to be there at the end so they don’t have to die alone. Simple as that

I can’t really…I’ve lost too many friends and lovers…it hurts….

I’ve been reading Doonesbury since the mid 70’s ,Over 40 years… And I remember well the day Andy first died back in 1990. It was so sad then.. Its just as sad today… RIP Andy… You were too good for the world ..

Through his window, the fog rolling past the Marin Headlands.

What’s the saying? Each person’s death diminishes me!

:( RIP.

Still powerful after all these years.

My best friend of 40 years standing passed a year ago February; he (and I) were no longer young, but I still thought of this strip that day. It would, indeed, have been nice if we were older……….

That song quote in this strip is just so powerful!

Sorry for the losses of everyone reading the strip. It’s never easy, we always wish for more time with him or her. Hopefully they had the gift of your presence when needed.

I was an Internal Medicine resident in the NY area from 1980 to 1984. It was a depressing time- all those young, vibrant, talented young men dying in front of our eyes and we couldn’t do much to stop it.

It’s a little dusty in here, or something.

Well, I’m gonna take my usual morning walk along the river, and appreciate it, and other gifts, all the more. Thanks, GT.

What’s Andy to me, or I to Andy, that I should weep thus?

Found out another old friend died a few days back. F*** cancer, too.

not a particular fan of the beach boys but have to say going out with them in the background would be a pretty nice way to go – the great view wouldn’t hurt either.

Such a beautiful, heartbreaking storyline. I’m gonna listen to Pet Sounds today, in Andy’s honor.

It looks like he’s just curled up on his side for a nap. I find that touching.

Poor Joanie. Andy is good, it’s the rest of the world that suffers.

“Lest we forget” applies equally strongly here.

Memento Mori…

Still poWerful.

Andy had a good death.

Trudeau at his most poignant, IMO. Powerful stuff, even decades later.

Still sad and poignant after all the intervening years since it was first published.

I found today’s comic very poignant, but it was the touching comments that made me cry…

As soon as I came to today’s strip, the Beatles’ “Fool on the Hill” started streaming. And Andy sees the sun going down…

I moved to California in ‘87, and shortly after went to visit an uncle I hadn’t seen since my teens. He told me his son lived within a half hour of me, and I was thrilled. He wouldn’t give me his contact info, though, and warned me away, saying he’d had to cut him off. Drug and alcohol problems, just like his mom (they’d been divorced since Jimmy had been little.) He gave me no more details than that. A year later I found out that that cousin had just died of AIDS! I was devastated. There is NO harm he could possibly have done me at the end of his life no matter whatever it was my uncle was afraid of. And maybe he was simply afraid I would find out Jimmy was gay. Yeah? So? But I will never know. Thirty years later, it still aches that I didn’t get a chance to tell Jimmy his extended family still remembered him and loved him. That he mattered to me. He left without ever knowing that. (All I can hope is that at least his dad told him I wanted to see him, but he’s long gone, too, now, so there’s no asking him, either.) Love your dear ones, everybody. All of them, even the complicated ones. Life is too short.

Got me again, after all these years