Andrew Jackson Glynn

Andrew Jackson Glynn, jr

January 31, 1937 – April 22, 2025.

Remembering Andy,

He was born January 31, 1937, in Shreveport, Louisiana. Son to Andrew Glynn and Louvennia Smith. He was the youngest of their children and named after his daddy. The littlest man, then ‘main’ man was eventually nicknamed Uncle Main, but to his children, he was always just ‘dad’.

It can be difficult to summarize a person’s life, but thinking back, he was best known for simply being a father. He Never failed to love and provide for his family. Even well after his children were grown, he always put them first and made sure they were cared for.

As a young man, he joined the Airforce and served for 20 years. As he moved up the ranks, he moved across countries; stationed everywhere from Goose Bay Labrador in Canada, to the UK, Thailand and Puerto Rico.

While on his first visit to Puerto Rico, visiting close friends, he saw a young and pretty Puerto Rican girl he hoped to meet one day. She didn’t know a word of English, nor he Spanish; yet he told his friends with certainty, “I’m going to marry her…”, and so they did.

Andy and his wife Doris had three children. Their firstborn, John was born when they were stationed back in his home state of Louisiana, Debbie was born while they were stationed abroad in the UK, and Lori was born when they returned to Doris’ hometown in Puerto Rico.

His wife Doris was the first to learn about Jehovah. Andy never opposed her faith, always supporting her in her ministry, accompanying the family to assemblies, and always opening up his home to host not only family but brothers in faith. He eventually accepted the truth as his own by dedicating his life to Jehovah.

He enjoyed travels early in life, but mostly traveling with his family and grandson Kris, who he constantly spoke of with pride and joy.

Among his favorite hobbies, he had a love for cars. That, and the old school Motown music of his youth. His two pastimes were the perfect pairing for family vacations, inevitably involving a car, music, and a long road trip across the country. He often took the family camping, bird watching, to various parks and all requisite scenic spots along the way. The destination wasn’t important – just time with his family.

Andy fell asleep in death at his home in Albuquerque New Mexico the early morning of April 22nd, 2025, from complications of congestive heart failure. We sincerely hope that he was comforted that Jehovah would help him and that he was not alone. Isaiah 41:13 - For I, Jehovah your God, am grasping your right hand, The One saying to you, ‘Do not be afraid. I will help you.’

Andy is survived by his children, John Glynn; daughter’s Lori Glynn and Deb Malvas; and grandson Kristofer Malvas. Though he outlived his siblings, he had many nieces and nephews, along with their families that always have held a special place in his heart as well.

We miss you dad,

Revelation 21: 3,4

“Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be his people. And God himself will be with them. And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”