On Friday, Andy was taken from the hundreds of students whose lives he has touched. I'm sad to say I lost touch with him when we moved to North Carolina, but I know that he went on passionately coaching on the high school and college levels, for as long as he could. The world of forensics, his teammates, his students will never forget him.
I scanned a few pictures I could find of Andy and put together what seems to be a pathetic attempt at a slideshow in his memory (it's on my myspace page because I couldn't get it to work in the blog). Granted, a lot of my pictures were left to the team (I was historian that year). I can't think about Andy without laughing or smiling. And these pictures don't do his memory justice. But they're the best I've got for now. I'm hoping others will send me pictures so we can do a better job of memorializing one of my heroes.
On a separate note, guys, we really do need to do a better job of staying in touch. When Josh told me I needed to call him, I knew someone from the team was dead. Weddings and funerals should not be the only time we call and say hello. It sucks to dread hearing from your friends because you know their voice on the other end of a phone line means someone you love is no longer a part of this world. And like I've said a few times today, hopefully it will be a long time before another one of the "who died?" calls is necessary.