In His Footsteps
This week, 7 years ago, my parish informed us that a boy walking on Crossroads was hit by a car and passed away early that morning. I was 12 and had known what Crossroads was for as long as I could remember because my parish in Northern Virginia invites walkers to come through and speak at the end of their walks. I remember reading about Andrew and being completely shocked.
This year, I decided to walk with Crossroads, and wow, God’s timing is incredible.
On the first weekend of our walk, way back in San Francisco, at the very first Mass I spoke at, this woman came up to me after and told me she knew someone who did the walk once. I talked to her for a while, and she turned out to be Andrew’s aunt. She said her family was very at peace with what had happened and talking with her was really inspiring and encouraging to me.
On Sunday, I was randomly assigned to speak at St Margaret Mary Alacoque Parish in St Louis, MO. Many parishioners came up to me after and told me Andrew had spoken at this same parish just a couple days before his incident several years ago. They were exceedingly sorrowful, and I had many fascinating conversations with them about Andrew. I told them about how his uncle had walked the rest of the summer in his honor and how the rest of the team that year did end up finishing the walk together. It was really moving, and I was struck by how in 2 days or 2 weeks, or at any moment, something like that could happen to us, but are we really prepared? Are we spiritually prepared?
On Thursday, I was on shift walking, and while finishing the final prayers of a rosary with a teammate, we happened to walk right up to the site of the incident, finding the cross planted for Andrew. It was a chilling experience, kneeling and praying in the middle of the road on the median, while cars drove past all around us. My heart was pounding, and I had goosebumps just thinking about Andrew and how he was killed at that very spot while praying the rosary for the unborn, who do not get a chance to live at all. 7 years later, we walk in his same footsteps, and steadfastly continue to pray for an end to abortion.
I am so grateful I was given a chance to live, and for this chance now to witness the gospel of life to others.
Deo gratias.
Victoria Bliss, Central Walk 2019
Thank you for posting this, Victoria. I still remember Andrew when the walkers came through Sacramento that year. He is not forgotten by all the lives he touched on the Walk. Gneal Trevethan, St. Joseph Lincoln and St. Boniface Nicolaus, California.
Andrew’s dad here. Thanks for the kind note and prayers. One addendum: the next year, Andrew’s little sister Teresa did the walk on the Southern route, so that his uncle Paul walked the end of the route that year, and his sister did the whole walk the next.
God bless you all, and keep you safe!
Joseph Moore
I wanted to cry reading this about your experience and memories of Andrew. My son, Peter walked the Southern Route in 2013. This touches my heart so much. God Bless you all as you continue to Walk with Jesus to save lives- all our lives. Know you are loved.
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Loved reading your comments about walk and Andrew. I took care of getting host families this year and for several years now. We have hosted walkers numerous times and have always been touched by them. We hosted the year Andrew got killed but not Andrew himself. Thank you so much for walking for life. We think it is a great cause.
God bless! Gene and Alice Drees