In Memory of Andrew Ewing, Jr.

June 15, 1934 - September 14, 2004

With great sadness I report the death of Andrew this evening (9/14) about 7:30 pm. It took us by surprise in its suddenness. Jody, Kent, Elizabeth, and JJ were there with him, and he just stopped breathing.
Last Thursday he had a good report from his doctor; he had worked at the office for several hours, and had company for supper. The doctor put him on lassix for his swollen ankles. (From here on I may not be accurate, pardon.) Friday he worked at his desk and began the lassix. Saturday he fell out of the chairs twice; the nurse said that could be from the starting of lassix. Sunday the nurse suggested that again. But the onset of sever headaches caused her to say he needed to go to the emergency room Monday morning sometime. Tuesday they ran MRI and cat scan. He had seizures on his left side which meant there was either bleeding or more melanomas on the other side of the brain from the original one. I saw him about 3:30 pm today. He died quietly some four hours later; I don't think anyone realized it would go so quickly. Obviously no plans have been made; they will be made during Wednesday. I will email you Wednesday night. The world has lost a good man. Pray for him, Jody, and the family. May we all hold our loved ones tight.

Seawell  Brandau

copy of Seawell's email


High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.


Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee


Text of Daddy's Requested Reading.

The reading was read at the funeral by Ridley Wills.

Many present requested to hear it again or receive a copy in print.

It is a fine expression of an individual recognition of the value of life.


click for full PDF file


Until we meet again... ...We will miss you.  Farewell.


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