TobyDakota

In 1987, I met a young man while volunteering at the AIDS Foundation Houston. His name was Andy Boyd and we quickly became the best of friends.

He was a teacher, an educator, a volunteer and possessed an incredible enthusiasm for life. He loved George Winston's music, wore red underwear and had this horrible habit of going to the bathroom with the door open...just in case he had something to tell you. Which he always did.

His students loved him as did every single person that met him. He was our friend, our roommate, an inspiration and a role model.

On May 17, 1989 Andy died. 

The fact he left this world at such a young age was heartbreaking and tragic. However, the beauty of Andy was that he truly lived life. He made sure it was full and robust and energetic and fun.

We are better for having known and loved him.