Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry, 
I am not there; I did not die.

Andre Rogerss, 65, of San Francisco, California, passed Thursday, October 31, 2019. Andre was born to David Rogers of Midnight Mississippi, and Freita Clotilde Bartholomew of Los Angeles, California, September 20, 1954 in San Francisco, California.

Andre graduated from Lincoln High School. He lived in union with his long time partner Gail Johnson in San Francisco. Andre is survived by 3 children: Sequoia S. Brown (Devon Greer Sr.), Tyrell D. Rogers, and Eddy J. Rogers. He also is survived by 1 grandchild. Five siblings David N. Rogers, Shirley C. Rogers, Raymond A. Rogers, Victoria E. Rogers, and William C. Rogers. Andre leaves behind a host of niece's and nephews, the mother of his children Verona D. Stevens, cousins, friends, and adopted family throughout the San Francisco Bay Area.

Andre' was one of the realiest and most loyal individuals you could ever meet, if Andre' called you his friend you were a friend for life, and if there was anything that Andre' knew you needed you could consider it already done. Andre' loved everyone, and everyone loved Dre'.  Andre' was a jack of all trades, and would do and did what he had to do to make it happen. Dre' was the epitemy of BAR NONE!