Tribute to Andrew MacLean

Andrew grew up in the Shambhala sangha and was deeply devoted to Sun Camp and Kasungship. He is the son of Hector MacLean and Priscilla MacLean, and stepson to Kerry MacLean; and brother to Kelly, Gregory, Sophie, and Tessa.

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5 December 2015

Andrew MacLean died early on November 22, his 37th birthday, in a car accident in Boulder, Colorado. Andrew grew up in the Shambhala sangha and was deeply devoted to Sun Camp and Kasungship. He is the son of Hector MacLean and Priscilla MacLean, and stepson to Kerry MacLean; and brother to Kelly, Gregory, Sophie, and Tessa. Andrew was known and loved by many as deeply caring, cheerful, empathetic, and an excellent nurse.

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I’ve been dreading writing this post but here goes:

As many of you know my darling brother Andrew Hector MacLean died in a car accident on November 22, his 37th birthday. He taught me so much from the time I was so small. Many of my childhood memories take place on his lap or at his knee. I don’t know if I have ever felt so perennially treasured by someone. Andrew had this quality of seeing straight to the goodness in people and reflecting it back to them which is surely part of why they seemed to warm to him so quickly. Far above all else he was deeply compelled to help others; he did many campaigns of disaster relief work including Haiti, Nepal, and Sri Lanka helping many beings through their toughest times. Andrew had a great sense of humor and we especially enjoyed teasing our dad and each other. Words cannot say how profoundly sad I am to lose this heart friend and blood brother so I’ll stop trying. My deepest thanks to all of those who sent support and love to Andrew and the Mac Clan this past week, we are so moved and it really does help. Hug your brothers.

-Kelly MacLean

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Andrew was my first boyfriend, so he changed my life.
Even as a teenager he had a soft voice, strength, a quiet, relaxed, reassuring side, as well as an up, bright, and inspired side.
He was always interesting.
He encouraged me to be myself, but only my best self.
He never had time for anything other than my best self. I found that he inspired confidence in me. I haven’t seen him since I was a teenager, but I imagine he did that for others too.
My memories of him are really wonderful.
It sounds like he lived a life in which he gave a lot to many people, through his volunteer work.
His sunny presence, as people call it, I feel it now.
Even though it’s been all these years, I’m so sad. But I continue to be very inspired by the time he touched this world.

-Maya Rasmussen

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