Michael J. Andre

Marie and Family As we go closer to the anniversayr of Andre's death may we rejoice in knowing that he brought so much happyness to our lives. Some of his saying still ring out The other day Tony Rocha and I were talking and CFF came up and we both laughed. We love you Marie and Kayla and Andre !!

Andre was a really great person and will be missed alot. With family we will get you through this tough times.

Michael was truely an amazing man of incredible intellect, energy and compassion. I am glad to have called him a friend and felt honored that he considered me one. The world is a darker place without his shining light.

Your footsteps echo in the halls of the Denver Courthouse. You join those that have gone before you. And you are missed greatly by those of us that are still (for now) here.

Michael you will be missed, Marie and Kayla, I am truely sorry for your loss. God bless you and your family.

I will dearly miss Andre. He was a good friend to me in all my times of need. I will charish all of the happy and sad times that we shared together. Rest in Peace Andre. I will miss you very much. I send my love.

Dear Michael J.
Your memories will live on with us forever. From middle school through college and beyond. From lazy summers at Mt. Vernon pool to spring soccer at Chadwick Park to Hokie tailgates in the fall. Thanks always for the friendship.
Love, Raymond

I have fond memories of Michael coming to stay with us in the UK. I remember driving my MG midget with him across country lanes in the summer, talking and getting to know a half brother I never knew I had. I remember him as a kind and warm person, with a smile very like my own. He was the kind of person you could instantly start talking to. I wish I could of had more time with him and know that he is at peace now.

Michael was my first friend. As children, we were constant companions at birthday parties, on the jungle gym, walking to school, building snow forts, playing football, listening to music and thinking up fantastic games to play with the rest of the neighborhood kids. When summer rolled around, Michael would likely show up at my house barefoot, eating a sour green apple and looking to form a pick-up game of soccer, kickball, or something to that affect. His enthusiasm was contagious, whether...