I met Andrea at Upsala College in 1978. I was a junior majoring in English and Art, and she was a freshman. Three years younger than me, it became quickly obvious that even at such a young age, she was someone incredibly special. Her intelligence, wisdom, humor and humanity made an indelible impression on me, and I feel myself incredibly lucky to have been able to call her a friend. We had a lot of fun together back then (and beer was often involved). After I moved to Switzerland in 1981, we would see each other when we could. I drove up to Brensbach, Germany when she was there visiting her family (her grandmother always shyly welcomed me, and we would go out drinking with her brother and his firefighter friends). I'd also see her and Jim and during my regular visits to NJ. I last got to see Andrea in MD in the summer of 2016, and I am so grateful that I had that chance. The photo is of Andrea and my son in about 1988 or 1989 here in Switzerland. My son is named Lucas Andreas Tuttle. His second name was very deliberate. That's how important Andrea was to me. The world is definitely a sadder place without her.