Andrew was born June 12, 1967 in Mt. Sterling, Kentucky to Beverly and Jerry Boyle. His dad delivered him at home. His dad was excited because Andrew was his first son. Andrew had 7 older sisters: Sarah, Elisabeth, Naomi, Joanna, Deborah, Rebecca, and Mary. Two years after his birth, his younger sister, Susanna, was born. We always joked that we had to go to Kentucky to get a boy.
Andrew grew up with a passel of sisters. When he was 5, his dad remarried a 
woman with 2 children, Karen and Jeff. Andrew loved having a younger brother follow him around.
Andrew married at the age of 16 and had 2 children, Anna and Nathon. He worked hard as a contruction worker, but he married too young and his marriage did not last. He had a rough few years and made some serious mistakes he always regretted, but he turned his life around
17 years ago, he met the love of his life, Andrea. She had 9 children, ages 12-27, but he didn’t mind. He supported her and loved them. As grandchildren from both sides came along, he loved each of them as his own. He loved being a grandpa and wished he had more time to spend with them.
Andrew kept himself busy and started his own construction business in 2001. In 2014, after Andrea was diagnosed with cancer, he worried about her. Every weekend, he drove from a job in Montana to Washington to be with Andrea. When she lost her hair to cancer treatment, he didn’t care, he loved her just the way she was, but because she wanted them, he bought her wigs.
December 23rd, 2015, Andrea woke and found him at 6 AM. She was distraught. The love of her life had passed away in his sleep. He died of advanced heart disesase and high blood pressure that he did not know he had. He was tired and had heart burn, but since he didn’t go to doctors, he had no idea he had a bad heart. Andrew was only 48 when he died.
Andrew had a big heart. He didn’t hold grudges and helped people whenever he could. Whether it was helping someone move, helping his mom get or fix a car, or inviting people to pizza on his dime, Andrew was there when he could be.
He left a hole in the lives of Andrea, his mom, children, grandchildren, sisters, and other relatives and friends, even in his dog Bosco’s live. Andrew had Bosco for about 8 years and even took him to work with him.
Andrew loved the Seahawks and hosted a Seahawk party on game days. Last season, he even got the oportunity to go to a live game. He was buried with Seahawk memoribilia.
Andrew was by no means perfect, but he loved God, and today he is with the Lord. He was a big man with a big heart, He will always be missed. We love you Andrew, and someday, we will see you again.