Andrew 44 years young

I’m still not ready my friend. I never will be. You were always there for me. You had an impeccable moral conscience. You cared deeply for your friends and our society. You were bright, passionate, resilient and full of life. So talented in so many ways, musically, creatively, as a writer and so much more. Our friendship was so long that last year we remarked to each other that we couldn’t remember how long it had been. We supported each other through so much. You kept the social lifeblood flowing. And you always reached out even in the darkest of times. You will still be my light. ❤️

I hired Andrew back in 2014(?) when I was at AFP. Andrew was smart and a fast learner. I remember him taking my edits and suggestions and immediately incorporating them into his next articles. He was like that -- always listening and learning. After a while we felt so confident about Andrew and his ability to represent AFP in a professional manner that we sent him all over -- even as far as Singapore. And he didn't disappoint! I distinctly remember telling him to not file as many articles and enjoy the conference while he was there. But that was Andrew -- he was a highly conscientious person who did not want to let you down. 

When he wasn't doing a great job as an editor, Andrew became my personal movie reviewer. I always asked him about movies first -- especially the MCU and the Mission Impossible movies. And he was definitely opinionated on those!  

The other day the Pittsburgh Steelers hired a new head coach and I reflexively wondered what Andrew thought. I'll never know. 

May his memory be a blessing.  

In Loving Memory of Andrew Deichler

There are certain people whose impact ripples far beyond the moments we shared with them—people whose kindness, encouragement, and belief in others change the course of a life. For my family, and especially for my daughter Elan, that person was Andrew Deichler.

When Elan was a high school senior serving as her class treasurer, she came to me with a simple but important question:

“Why aren’t there university degrees in Treasury?”

She was genuinely puzzled—there were majors in Accounting, Marketing, Finance, HR, Business Law… but nothing for students who wanted to pursue treasury itself. I shared this question with Andrew, almost casually, and in true Andrew spirit, he immediately turned it into an opportunity for someone else to shine.

He looked at Elan—this young, curious student—and said, “If you write this as an article, I will publish it.”

That offer alone moved us. But what followed revealed the depth of Andrew’s character.

Andrew guided her patiently, helping her refine her ideas and edit her writing with the same care and rigor he gave to seasoned professionals. He saw potential where others might see inexperience. He saw a young treasurer with a real question, a real voice, and a story worth telling.

And when the professional boundaries of AFP—rightfully cautious as a member-driven organization—posed challenges to publishing a non-member high school student, Andrew did not let the matter drop. Instead, he advocated for her. He took her story to upper management, reminding them that she was a Treasurer too, and that her question deserved to be heard.

Because of Andrew’s persistence and belief in her, the article was finally published:

“Who Wants to Be a Treasurer; Why Don’t Colleges Offer a Treasury Curriculum?”

AFP Exchange Magazine, Summer 2020

With that, Elan became the youngest published treasurer ever featured in AFP’s magazine—a distinction made possible by Andrew’s generosity, courage, and unwavering support.

This is who Andrew was.

He lifted others.

He opened doors that did not yet exist.

He nurtured talent wherever he found it—whether in a seasoned practitioner or a curious teenager with a big question.

The spirit of Andrew—the mentor, the encourager, the champion of so many—will always be with us. His fingerprints are on stories, careers, and moments he helped shape, including Elan’s. We carry his kindness forward, grateful for the unforgettable way he touched our lives.

May his memory always be a blessing, and may the lives he uplifted continue to reflect the goodness he gave so freely.

12/20/25 the day he passed away. I said by his bed and we held hands for hours. His right hand, my left hand. His hand was so cold so I held onto it and he held back. It warmed up his hand. I didn’t know at the time I was going to lose him that day. I was planning to be there all day and night holding his hand until arrangements were finalized to bring him home. I never let go of his hand. He never let go of my hand. But he didn’t make it home.

What were some of your favorite songs to sing with Andrew or some of the songs you loved hearing Andrew sing?

Andrew was an important contributor to building and advancing our profession. I am sorry you lost him so young. 

My sincerest condolences to Andrew's family and friends. 

Story telling was never my skill set, Andy took the win on that one. There are dozens of anecdotes of little things he did during our time as roommates and friends in college. Perhaps the piece that’s stands out most to me is his strange use of curse words which turned the typical vehement point he was making into a laughing point. I remember giggling every time he would say “what the shit” or some other non colloquial phrasing, even now typing this it brings a smile to my face. A few years ago I stumbled on a Smashing Pumkins satire about car keys and it immediately took me back to Ship when I returned to our room and he was laughing hysterically playing that song (I’ll find if again to share). I immediately sent it to him anbd we laughed for 10-15 just BSing about that and other small things for those days.  Andy was an intense dude, driven by an astounding sense of right and the desire to help whoever needed it regardless of how it impacted him. We had some serious life events in our college group and he was always there to comfort. What I remember, and what Andy’s legacy will be, is an overwhelming sense of morality and a unshakeable passion for people which was impossible to miss if you spent more than 2 minutes. You will be missed.

Girl, Interrupted — with George “ Andrew” Andrew Deichler

Invention Convention

Andrew was truly one in a million. I will so miss catching up with him in various cities around the world, either over a beer, a good meal, or arousing session of karaoke. His warmth, dedication, and genuine concern for his fellow people will never be forgotten. I miss you so much, my friend. Rest in power, dear Andrew.

I met Andy in 2004. I moved to York for a new job, knowing absolutely no one. I was cast in Death of a Salesman, and it should come as no surprise that my cast mate Andy was the first friend I made in a new city. He and I would go on to do plays and musicals together for several years, and we have stayed friends ever since. 

Andy was SO GOOD at being a friend. He was great about checking in, and genuinely excited for any good news I shared. He was always up for talking about anything—new tv shows he thought I’d like, politics, our favorite book series…anything. His Pride parties always felt so welcoming—HE always felt so welcoming. 

I am going to miss him so much. 

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Andrew in Death of a Salesman