Obit from Des Moines Register

Andrew Tuttles Daughter informed me they are not doing a funeral or visitation this close to the Holiday, because of both Andrew's aversion to such things and the proximity to the Holidays.  

She says they are tentatively planning for a celebration of life ceremony at the Art Center on May the 20th 2023.  She mentioned cocktails, Food and Jazz music with sounds so much like Andrew.  

She said she will send a reminder with details out in the spring.  

The following was floating around from an Obit site and it doesnt name the author but the link to the site trips antivirus so i just copied the test from it.   When i can find a clean version I will share it.  

Andrew Tuttle Death, Obituary – Andrew Tuttle of Des Moines, Iowa, has sadly died from injuries sustained in a car accident leaving friends, loved ones, family and the entire community heartbroken and in grievance, according to a social media sharing by his daughter. “After being hurt in a vehicle accident, my father passed away on Tuesday.

Andrew Tuttle loved music, movies, and engaging in conversation. He had a never-ending curiosity about the most unrelated subjects. About a year ago, he made his first luxury car purchase and was as thrilled as a little child. He exhorted me to investigate that extra feature or that show. Was the design not clever?

It seems absurd that I won’t talk to him about movies or TV series any longer. It is wrong for me to refuse to assist him with the wrapping of Christmas presents because the recipients will be there in 20 minutes. It is also wrong for us to start our dinner well past the scheduled 6:00 p.m. time because we are enjoying each other’s company and will eat too much cheese and crackers beforehand.

Three days prior to his accident, I last saw him in person. We were drinking coffee after a family meal that I had hosted. He shared a beautiful Reddit thread about a young man who got a last-minute call from his granddad. Could they eat at Red Lobster on Saturday? demanded the grandfather urgently. Dad chuckled, “Isn’t that kind of sweet? You’ll miss me someday, as you can see.

We have plenty of time, I responded while scowling and cracking a small smile. And you wouldn’t visit Red Lobster. We both found this to be amusing.

As usual, I cautioned him to use caution on the stairs as he was leaving. He gave me his word that he would and gave me a cheek kiss. I couldn’t help but look out the window to make sure he made it to his car without incident. My final memory of my father was of him sauntering toward his car in the dusk of October (he was never hurried).

Love you infinitely, to borrow from a card he frequently used (he preferred those with Snoopy).”

Robert D. Moyer

President - Local #7027
American Postal Workers Union