Andrew James Lefevre Romero

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.”

I hear Andrew’s voice…

“When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home”

Chief Tecumseh

I normally wake up in shock, scared and crying and it’s usually 4 or 5 AM when it happens. I sit there and talk to myself. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I whisper. Sometimes I don’t know what to do so here I sit. These are my grief talks.

That poem by Chief Tecumseh was Andrew’s favorite poem and he truly lived in such a way that the fear of death never entered his heart. He lived that way since day one. The poem found him much later in his short life but I know he really felt a homecoming when he first read it and soaked it all in.

My first baby. (My second Mama)*

*Things I write in parentheses are things Andrew would actually say to me and I still hear him saying them.


It’s not who I wanted to be but here I am…

My Andrew-baby. So happy with Fishy

These are my truths

I’ve lived a life with grief but nothing could have prepared me for the journey I’ve embarked on since the death of my first-born son on May 25, 2018. Andrew James Lefevre lived 22 magnificent years on this earth. He lives on forever in the space that we feel around us.

These were the days
My mother and father.
Hope is always with us

I am Angela, Mom, mommy, momma, mum. I am a mom of 2 boys. Andrew and Alec. My babies. My guys. My why. I’m also the youngest of 5 and the only girl which makes me my dad’s favorite daughter. My mother died in a car accident in Colombia, where we are from, in July of 1971. She was 38 years old. I was 3 and a half. That’s when my life with grief began. That’s when I started talking with me, myself and I. Silently yet: Loudly. Daily. Sanely. Insanely and always emotionally. My paternal grandmother moved in with us right after our mother died and stayed with us for the rest of her life. She even moved with us to the States in 1975 even though she had to leave everything she ever knew behind in Colombia. She became our rock. She saved my life with her blanket of love and compassion. She lived 98 magnificent years on this floating rock and died peacefully in my arms on December 12, 2007.

Why am I doing this now? Because my son was an unbelievable force on this earth and he made a fatal mistake one day because 22 year olds are still prone to acting impulsively. Andrew died from an accidental overdose of Fentanyl/Xanax/Alcohol combo and since his death I’ve met countless moms and dads and siblings and families who have lost their kids to the same thing and I’ve seen so many people fall apart completely and lose hope. When I lost Hope at the age of 3 and a half years my wonderful grandmother stepped in and let me cry and talk while she made me rice pudding or soft boiled eggs or pancakes or scrambled eggs. She wrapped me in her blanket of compassion and love and those things she did allowed hope to sneak back in. She brought a smile back to my face and softened my falls along the way. She was a giver. She raised me with a giving heart and I hope I can give to others a little bit of what she gave to me. I hope my gibberish will soften someone else’s fall.

Some say, “Hope anchors the soul” and I believe that. Hope is beautiful. My mother’s name is Esperanza. Esperanza means Hope in Spanish. The truth is: Hope never died. Hope lives eternally in the space we feel around us. Hope always wants to be with us. We should embrace this and let hope in.



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…The Piano Man

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