Nick Andolina

Nick Andolina
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In memory of Nicholas J. Andolina
May 30, 1982 - April 27, 2010

What is it that we remember when we think of Nick? His sense of humor. His warm personality. His fun-loving approach to life. How he always wanted to make people happy. That he was kind and considerate and never spoke unkindly of others. Nick wanted the world to be a better place. Because of Nick, the world is a better place.

Nick lived a wonderful life even though it was rather short. He was a loving son and brother and a great friend. Nick was the kind of guy that would stand by you no matter what. The kind of friend you hope to be. The kind of guy who left an impression wherever he went and with whomever he encountered. Nick is the kind of guy you never forget.

Nick’s death was sudden. The news was shocking and it cut us deep. It was quick and has left us all in a blur of emotions. He was too young and those of us left behind feel cheated for having him taken from us too soon. But Nick would not want us to focus on the sadness of his death, and instead look at the happiness he brought to our lives. See the happiness we still have in our lives. He would want us to look at each other and appreciate what we have.

Whether you’ve known Nick for many years or just a few months, I’m sure you have a story. Like how Nick’s paperwork always seemed backwards to the rest of us because he was left handed. And how every day the biggest decision we had to make was what was for lunch. How the radio station was a major factor in our daily work schedule. At noon we all made time for Maggie’s impossible question and how Nick implemented Disco Thursday. The Boston Red Sox, the Bangles, beer pong, our company softball team. These are all the fibers that wove the fabric of Nick’s life. The little things we are reminded of on a daily basis that will continue to make us stop and think fondly of Nick.

Nick was a very personable guy and everyone liked him instantly. He was honest and trustworthy. He was a hard worker with a bright future ahead of him. He did it all, was our right hand man and we fondly referred to him as our guy Friday. He took pride in his work and liked being around his co-workers. He never expected a hand out; never thought the world owed him a thing. He was grateful and appreciative for everything he had. He surrounded himself with the people he loved, and the people who loved him. He enjoyed life and made the most out of it.

Nick has done many things during his time on earth and I’m sure he’ll do much more in heaven. We will all be forever grateful for having him as a part of our life. All the memories we have shared with him will forever be cherished and remembered. Nick will forever be in our hearts.

Nick is in heaven now and we are here at his funeral. We are grieving his death and we are celebrating his life. So at this moment when we are about to lay his body to rest, let’s all think back and remember how Nick touched our lives. How he made us laugh and how good a person he was. These moments when we will shed our tears, let’s not forget how thankful we should all be for being given the chance to know Nick.

Nick will forever be missed but in time, we will all meet up with him again. And when that time comes, he’ll lead the way and make us laugh again, just like we’ve never parted.

Nick, we love you, and we miss you. We will speak to you often and we will laugh with you, just like we always have. We will call you by your old familiar name. We are so proud of you. We are so grateful for you. You will always be in our hearts and on our minds.

In closing, I found this quote by Henry Scott Holland, who was a professor of divinity at Oxford University:

“Death is nothing at all-I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant...There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you-for an interval-somewhere near just around the corner.

All is well.”