Andrew and I met the day we arrived at Wesleyan because we lived in the same dorm. I was in a forced triple, and Andrew was in a single, and he, along with what felt like half of Butt B, was constantly hanging out in my room. From our early days as freshman until the day Andrew and I walked out of our house at 11 Vine Street after graduation, we ate lunch together almost every day. First at Summerfields and later on the 3rd floor of the Campus Center, usually at the same booth, trying to finish the NY Times crossword puzzle before our afternoon classes.
There is not one big event or one experience that stands out more than the rest. Our friendship was built on hundreds of small moments over almost 20 years. While there were many small moments, they were not insignificant. Andrew took me to the emergency room during our junior year when I needed stitches following a freak accident after a tennis match. He gave me the bedroom with the larger closet in our senior year house without a fight. Andrew helped me out on numerous occasions when others didn’t show up and never made a big deal of it. He also showed his friends that one cannot quote Zoolander too often. Andrew wanted to be relied on and he proved time and time again that he could always be counted on for activities big and small.
We were friends who saw each other through a lot of firsts. I was there when Andrew first met Adriana, I was there when they got married, and I happened to be at Wes for a reunion within days of them welcoming Marco home. We were lucky that I was living in LA at the same time that Andrew traveled there routinely for Wes. Because of that, I saw Andrew in the last decade considerably more than we saw anyone else in our Wes crew, for which I will be forever grateful. Every time we met up, one of the first things he would do was show me pictures of Adriana, Reese, and Marco. I had already seen them on social media but he wanted to explain them to me. He was a proud husband and father and over the years, I watched him grow with Adriana and watched them build a wonderful family together.
Because Andrew loved ice cream and cookies, one of the last times he was in LA, I took him to Diddy Riese, a popular dessert shop near UCLA. That night, the line was long, and I asked if he wanted to wait, as he had early meetings the next day. He looked at me and said, “Come on, Ash! A long line just means we have more time to hang out.”
I’ll miss listening to Andrew tell stories with twice as many details as necessary and I’ll miss exchanging messages about random events that we experienced across the country that reminded us of our college days. I’ll miss seeing Andrew in LA and hearing him shout “ashLEY!” when I arrive, regardless of whether he’s in a crowded restaurant, in a parking lot or even a Wesleyan Summer Sendoff. He’d shout my name and throw his arms in the air, as if the fact that were together again meant something exciting was going to happen.
Andrew worked hard to make sure I knew that while I was far away from our friends, I was never forgotten. He was the kind of friend that is hard to find and impossible to replace. I was so lucky to have shared so many moments with him. I only wish that we still had more time to hang out.