100 Words are simply not enough. These words don’t do him justice.
We moved into 16 Belmont Court on July 8, 1983. Drew Hykin was six years old. I remember looking out the kitchen window and saying to David, “Why do those kids have to play on our lawn?” What did I know? I was 23 years old. They were just kids playing. That was my introduction to life on Belmont Court.
I watched Drew grow up. It wasn’t always easy for him. He took meds and got puffy. He went to the hospital a lot. He made rockets that launched into the house. One winter he and Joe built a really great fort out of snow. Drew really lived.
Drew loved Belmont Court. He just loved it. After they moved away he would come to visit once in while; he just dropped in. You could tell that he missed it and had such happy memories of growing up there—14 Belmont Court.
Sometime in the year after David died, Drew stopped by the house. I was cleaning or something. He wanted to hear all about me, all about us, about Miriam and Joe, the neighbors, what was going on. He was interested. He was smart. He loved to laugh. Every once in a while he would pop up into me facebook page and we would chat. Again, he wanted to know what everyone was up to.
Drew Hykin loved life. That was clear from every encounter I ever had with him.
Miriam said, “I thought he would live forever.”