I’m at Comicon taking money from fans and signing books when I look down on my phone and read the message, “Andy died last night at 11:45 pm.” My eyes teared up. I turned to look for Quentin, who is helping me run my booth, but he went back to check on Ethan to see if he needed some help at his AxeCop table. What happened next is hard to explain, it’s so painful it’s even hard to remember, but I fell on the floor in front of everyone and started sobbing.
I opened my eyes and saw only blue carpet, then realized there were a bunch of fans on the other side of the table that probably thought I was having a heart attack. Still, I didn’t care. I just tried pulling my legs in completely under the skirt that covered the convention tables so that maybe people would forget about me. I tried pushing the screen on my iPhone to send a text to Quentin, but my fingers didn’t work, and my mind couldn’t put together where I kept Quentin’s contact info anyways. I might as well have been a monkey trying to read Plato.
Quentin walks into the booth and just sits down next to me. Given I was a wreck on the floor, he assumed Angie or one of the kids had died or something. I said, “Andy died!” He encouraged me to go for a walk, but I didn’t want to walk through the crowds to get to the exit. I told him to man the table. I just kept crying… then it stopped. I wiped my tears and put myself back together. Andy deserved more mourning than this, but it would have to wait. I said a prayer for his surviving wife and 10 month old son, then sat up in my chair, put a smile on my face and started signing books again.
Comicon is a place where we celebrate fun things, and shallow, goofy things, and all the while, real life still happens. I dedicate today’s comic to my pal since 4th grade, Andy Wedin, cut down by cancer way before his time.
You might just want to give a little something to this fund that will help float Andrew’s wife and son in this tough time: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/164967