Andy Pedisich obituary eulogy art photos
// and i descend from grace
in the arms of undertow
i will take my place
in the great below //
((the cure))

After just shy of 75 years of delighting in making people laugh, becoming friends with every cat he ever met, and inciting existential terror, on March 1 of 2025, Andrew Mark Pedisich closed his eyes and left for the great gig in the sky.

Andy was born on March 8th of 1950 in Port Jefferson, New York, to Blanche and John Pedisich, becoming the youngest sibling of John Jr., Paul, and Judy. He was an extremely avid boy scout in his hometown of Lake Ronkonkoma, New York, eventually becoming an eagle scout -- an honor that he cherished throughout the rest of his life.

To balance out the prestige, Andy never turned down an opportunity to tell a joke or play a prank. Along with his best friend, Bob Gessner, he was a dedicated class clown. Both young’uns possessed the power to instantly turn any learning environment into a sketch comedy show, much to the delight of his peers and to the horror and chagrin of his educators. After high school, Andy attended Villanova University, where he was a passionate member of the Villanova Singers. He began working in radio at Villanova and would later branch out into professional commercial radio as the production manager for WYSP under the pseudonym Andy Robinson. He loved discovering new music, basking in the swirling tornado of thoughts and feelings that it kicked up. As his alter-ego Tony Rainbow, he would share it with the world – at times, through the airwaves of WIOQ by way of the grooves of a record gently placed beneath the tonearm; other times, it came from within him, fingers dancing passionately across the strings of his electric bass in his band The Comfortable Ox. He was an avid concert-goer, passionate about supporting small, local bands, and never afraid to experience something new. Andy loved to learn, and was never intimidated by new technology. He began studying computers as a way to better understand investing -- initially self-taught, then taking an intro to data processing class at a community college in 1984. This insatiable desire for knowledge led to his new career: working for Applied Computer Products; then PTS Learning Systems; and then in 1998, founding Technotics, Inc., later bringing on-board his brilliant and equally- deranged close friend and confidant, Rob Axelrod.

Above all, Andy was an artist. When he gazed upon the world, he saw it in brushstrokes. Waves lapping at a sandy beach on the Long Island Sound became a landscape painted in acrylics across three pieces of driftwood, latched together with chicken wire and embellished with tiny seashells. His gentle brush strokes with oil paints asked a giant, eggshell-white canvas to hold a close-up portrait of a man, one section of his head having been removed, honeybees actively constructing their hive where his brain would have been. Andy’s art could never dream of conforming to expectations, and he used his artwork to connect with himself and with the people around him.

He wanted to understand the world that he lived in, and all of his decisions were toward that end. His family can attest: if something was broken, he was far more likely to figure out how it worked, take it apart, and learn how to fix it, than to outsource the issue. Nothing was insurmountable; everything was inherently (eventually) solvable. Andy craved knowledge so much that he would read the encyclopedia cover-to-cover as a child, and never felt satiated until he had learned something thoroughly enough to teach it to someone else. This craving drove his artwork; his professional career in computer consulting, teaching, and training; and especially his dedication to teaching his kids whatever random things popped into his head at a given moment.

Andy is survived by his three kids: Drea Gallaga, Isaac Pedisich, and S. Iris Pedisich, all of whom plan to continue his legacy by embracing the weird, doing the unexpected, and being fearlessly who they are. They carry with them the same creativity, curiosity, and gentleness that they learned to value from their dad. His grandchildren, Liam and Eli Gallaga, made him proud with everything they did. He would speak of them, teary-eyed and with rosy cheeks, and tell anyone who would listen about how sweet, cool, smart, interesting, and funny they were, and how he couldn’t wait for the world to see who they would continue to become.

To the very end, Andy kept his family nestled close to his heart, and persistently stressed the importance of mutual support and love – for both chosen family and family of origin. He loved and was close with his older brother, Paul Pedisich, and sister-in-law, Ellen -- both of whom sparked and then encouraged his deep love of and reverence for Italy -- as well as Paul and Ellen’s children and grandchildren. He also loved his oldest brother, John Pedisich, Jr. , and sister-in-law, Carol, and their children. His sister, Judy Tomlins, passed away in 2020, but Andy remained close with Judy's three daughters and their children.

He is also survived by his loving wife, best friend, and “partner in crime,” Linda Kind Pedisich, who will forever adore him with every fiber of her being. They were both committed to ignoring the expectations of others and focusing on building a family that held values of individuality, creativity, growth, and tradition. If there was adventure to be had, Linda and Andy were ready to go there, whether it was a rocky hike-climb to see waterfalls or a concert for a band they had never heard before (or one they had seen many times over). Their love will always be palpable to anyone that sees photographs or hears her talk about him.

A memorial celebration of Andy's life will be held in the spring. In lieu of flowers, please consider donating to Arbor Terrace of Exton, who took outstanding care of Andy during the final few chapters of his life, or to the Alzheimer’s Association. More details and links to donation can be found at everloved.

// and no one sings me lullabies
and no one makes me close my eyes
so i throw the windows wide
call to you across the sky //
((pink floyd))