Andy Candelaria

Andy brought joy and happiness to everyone he interacted with and left us too early. He will be missed by everyone who experienced his optimism and aspirations for life. May he rest in peace and in the hearts of all those he touched.


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

-By Mary Elizabeth Frye