He was a husband, dad and granddad – and loved those roles more than anything. We’ve all been to too many wakes and funerals, yet Geoff was there at all of them when you walked in, offering an “it’s okay” nod or wink. He was there in good times and ALWAYS there in the not-so-good times. Yesterday, though, he wrestled his wit, charm, grace, warm smile and kindness from the body that was betraying him and dived over the whitewash in Heaven’s try zone (in-goal area) for the first of his other-worldly tries.įor many, including me, Geoff was simultaneously a friend, mentor, confidante, coach, teammate, facilitator and sounding board. Jiff, as those of us bastardizing his Kiwi accent called him, was simply one of the World’s Best Human Beings. For it was yesterday (26 years ago, actually) that Geoff Andrews, said to me at the New York Rugby Club’s celebration of his 50th birthday, “Fifty! Jesus, Matt, where did the time go?!” NEW YORK, NY – “ It seems like yesterday…” That may be a cliche – and an overused one at that – but it works from time to time.
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