Kristen Thomspon

Andrew Dwyer, DC ’05, never tried to be the center of attention but couldn’t help being the life of the party. “He was the guy you wanted to be around, the guy who cheered you up if you needed cheering up at 3 a.m.,” friend Andy Levy, BK ’05, said.

Andrew was never too busy to cheer his friends on during Yale football games. “He was at every one,” his roommate Eric Diamond, DC ’05, said. “He’d show up at the tailgates at 9 a.m. [when] we usually couldn’t get him up before noon.”

Andrew had a passion for sports and his classes were scheduled around Yankees games. He loved the Jets, and when they lost in the first round of the 2003 playoffs, he put his hand on his forehead, shook his head, and told his sister, “Eli, now I have to go home and watch a lot of Joe Millionaire.”

Many afternoons of hanging out turned into wrestling matches whether with Levy, who happened to be on the football team, or Diamond. Andrew told his father that some of his best times at Yale were those afternoons of just messing around with his friends.

Andrew thought about spending a year in Colorado after graduation to ski and have a good time. He’ joked about becoming the youngest owner of the Yankees. He didn’t waste his time worrying, dedicating himself to being the consummate son, always ready to go whitewater rafting with his family, a friend, always up for a sausage, egg and, cheese sandwich at the Yankee Doodle, and a brother called “the Golden Child” by his two older sisters. “He really enjoyed life,” Diamond said. “Everywhere he went, he was happy.”

Andrew’s parents made t-shirts for his DKE brothers and his best friends. On the shirts, “dogg,” his nickname, is written out in black letters under a photo of Andrew smiling. Under this are the words of poet W.B. Yeats: “Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.”