Remembering ANDY MYLES

 One of Our Sons from Central (Shedden Road) Has Gone, But His Spirit Lives On

It breaks my heart to know that Coach Andy has left this world. A great man, a golden soul, and a true son of Cayman — we mourn him deeply.

Andy grew up in my time as a well-mannered young man, full of charm, grace, and respect for all. He was always polite to elders, greeting my mother with a warm smile whenever he passed our home on his way to football or other activities. She would often say, “What a nice boy Pearl has.” That was the spirit of Shedden Road — gracious living, kindness to elders, and a sense of community that Andy embodied perfectly.

To me, Andy was the golden boy. Always present, always helpful, and ready to lend a hand whenever we had events at Central Scranton park. A true gentleman, never out of place, and always willing to support the younger ones. Born to be an athlete, Andy excelled in every sport he touched, but more importantly, he was born to uplift others.

He was a devoted son, deeply respectful and caring toward his mother. That same devotion carried into his coaching career. While he played football exceptionally well, it was cricket that he chose to coach. Thanks to his high school teacher, Mr. Skinner, who recognized and nurtured his potential, Andy became not just a talented player but an excellent coach.

Andy was the kind of student every teacher loved—well-mannered, obedient, and full of promise. Shedden Road should be proud of him. He represented Cayman with honor and taught our children with patience and skill. He was the kind of son every family wished for—reliable, respectful, and proud of his work.

Whenever Andy took on a task, he did so without hesitation. He took pride in his work and delivered excellence every time. He exemplified the true spirit of George Town sportsmanship. Whether on the field, the court, or the stadium, he gave us moments to cheer with joy. Who could forget those powerful legs, born to kick a ball with precision? Or the thrill when he smashed fours and sixes in cricket, thrilling the crowd to applause?

Andy’s smile was contagious. Even on the darkest days, his presence brought grace and happiness. His smile seemed to say, “Life is for living.” He was a joy to be around—a man who took his coaching seriously and gave cricket a new life. Many young men who now play the sport will say, “Coach Andy taught me.”

Now, we lift our hearts—full of both gratitude and grief.

Coach Andy, you were more than a sportsman. You were a soul who made us believe in goodness, effort, and joy. You taught us that discipline could be gentle, strength could be kind, and a smile could heal even the hardest day. You gave Cayman your heart, and we will carry it forward.

We will remember your voice on the field, your laughter in the breeze, your footsteps on Shedden Road.

You may be gone, Andy, but you are woven into the very soil of this island, into the dreams of every child who picks up a ball or bat and says, “Coach Andy believed in me.”

Rest well, beloved son of Cayman. Your legacy runs deep, and your spirit will never be forgotten.

With love and tears in our eyes, we say:

Thank you, Coach Andy.

You did your job with excellence.

We are better because we knew you,

And this world will miss a man who never let us down.

Even through your illness, you gave your best.

My heart aches knowing you are gone,

But it is also full—full of love, admiration, and pride.

You stood tall and gave your all.

What a wonderful man.

We shall miss you.

And we all loved you dearly.

— Lucille Seymour