Dear Andrew:

I wish you could rest in peace.   You were a very good friend, kind and generous, walked extra miles for anyone you knew.    I was about to contact you for doing exercise together, and  regretted not calling you sooner :(    !!!!!!.      I hope you have reached paradise... 

So sad to hear of Andrew’s passing. I first met Andrew through hi sister, Gwendolyn, at Star of the Sea school. I’d hang out at their grocery store at 19th and California Street. The next time I ran into Andrew was at USF. He lived only 2 blocks from me and would often drive me to school.  Later, when I was working at 2nd & Fremont Street, I ran into him again when I ate at their family restaurant which was just a block away from my work. Years later, I ran into him in Chinatown and he helped us buy our first family home. The deal originally fell through with the first prospective buyers, and when they relisted the property, Andrew knew the selling agent and got our offer in and accepted immediately.

Thereafter, we had lunch a few times and each time, he beat me to the check. Andrew, I still owe you lunch!

It was so strange how we kept running into each other, as if we were meant to be friends. I will miss you, Andrew.

It was Jan 1977, the first time I saw Andrew. I had just been admitted to Presidio High School for a month or so. While I was walking home with a couple of classmates, I saw him standing at the corner of Clement and 30th Avenue, waiting for a bus. He was smiling at us and appeared friendly. I didn't know him then, and we didn't have the same class but had some mutual friends. On the day of graduation, he invited a bunch of us to his family restaurant on 1st and mission to celebrate our graduation. It was the first time I met his parents, and they were so warm and welcoming. After that, he attended Sacred Heart High School, and we didn't come across each other until years later when I got into the real estate business. Andrew was my friend as well as my mentor. He was always helping me when I ran into problems. Whenever I had questions, Andrew was my go-to guy. He was always there for me and was very generous with his time.

I remember Andrew loved martial arts and fortune-telling by reading palms and faces. I also remember how much he loved Shabu Shabu at the Mumm's Cafe at the Miyako Inn. He also loved Sushi.

Andrew was old school. He very much valued family, friendships, and Chinese traditions. I was lucky enough to get to know such a kind, genuine and generous friend. When I moved out of San Francisco to Palm Springs back in February, I promised Andrew I would see him often, and he wouldn't even feel I left. Whenever I came back to the Bay Area from Palm Springs, I would call him and see if he had the energy to have dinner with me. We ended up having his favorite hot-pot dinner at Dragon Beaux. I often offered to drive him to the hospital for his dialysis treatments, but he always turned me down. There was only one time he let me do it. Even though he didn't feel well, he still didn't want to bother me or others, and that was Andrew. Goodbye, Andrew, my best friend; may you rest in peace, and I shall see you some time someplace in the future.