Andrew Busby

Andrew Busby

February 23, 1999 – August 9, 2026

It is with broken hearts that we announce the passing of our beloved Andrew.

Andrew was the same kind, compassionate, and eager-to-help guy to everyone. To know him was to love him. There were no half measures with Andrew; his passion for the things he cared about was endless, sometimes crossing into obsession.

Machines were his greatest passion. Friends of his sisters fondly remember finding Andrew at the Busby kitchen table with a screwdriver in hand, dismantling a toaster—or whatever else he saw fit to take apart that day. That passion followed Andrew into adulthood. Nobody was surprised when he decided to follow in his Dad Jason’s footsteps and become an automotive mechanic.

Andrew lived and breathed cars. Oil ran through his veins. He completed his schooling at Sask Polytech, then apprenticed at Dodge City, taking a position there after completing his ticket. Dodge City became a second home to Andrew. When he wasn’t working on other people’s cars, he was working on and racing his Chrysler 300 at SIR, achieving a perfect light in 2023. Being a mechanic was more than a job for him; he loved the work and the people he worked with.

Andrew found joy in many other supremely niche things. He was a seeker, endlessly searching for things that checked the box. His passions included knife sharpening, traditional wet shaving, the TV show Trailer Park Boys, riding his bikes, spending time at the lake with friends and family, fishing, playing guitar, listening to music, and solving Rubik’s cubes. Most recently, he had embarked on a deep dive into succulents and cacti. This is not an exhaustive list.

Andrew made friends wherever he went. Whether he was in a classroom, on the rink, at a workplace, or in a lineup to get into the washroom at a Slipknot concert, Andrew was forever making pals. That said, Andrew had a core group of friends who were especially important to him (you guys know who you are). These friendships began in elementary school and followed them into adulthood. Shared interests in cars and a genuine love for one another kept these guys close and in constant communication.

Andrew came from a close-knit family. Born to Jason and Ruth, Andrew was the third of three children, with two older sisters, Lauren and Kaitlyne, who very much loved their goofy little brother. Lauren’s husband, Spencer, and Andrew were especially close. Spencer was the brother Andrew never had.

Some of Andrew’s finest days were spent at Pratt Lake and travelling across the globe with his Grandma Elaine and Grandpa Terry, or at Turtle Lake with Grandma Linda, Papa Dennis, and cousin Dylan, fishing and boating.

Andrew had many treasured cousins, uncles, and aunts: Uncle Evan (Cindy) and his kids Jackson (Hannah), Courtney, and Shaylyn (Evan); Uncle Mike and his children Dylan and Danielle (Atharva); Uncle Denny and Auntie Leanne; as well as many other treasured members of his extended family.

More recently, Andrew became a wonderful and attentive uncle, known fondly only as “Unc!” by his nephew Bryn and, very recently, his niece Miriam.

Andrew was predeceased by his Papa Dennis, Grandfather Barry (Elsie), and beloved Dad, Jason, a loss he was never fully able to contend with. In the years after his dad’s passing, Andrew was very protective of his mom, Ruth. They spent time creating meals and debating the importance of meat, cooking seafood, and always adding unique hot sauces and spices to the pantry.

Andrew grew up surrounded by dogs and other small pets, shaping a lifelong love for animals that would later evolve when he discovered his love for cats. Particularly a mangy stray tuxedo cat found at Pratt Lake named Mitty.

Despite his untimely passing, Andrew’s legacy is one of love and passion. Andrew was loved so deeply by so many, and as much as he struggled to quantify that love in words, he loved back just as fiercely.

We will forever miss Andrew’s laugh, his stubbornness, and his penchant for becoming deeply engrossed in unique hobbies most people wouldn’t consider.

The rooms he inhabited in life will always be missing something in his absence. The world without Andrew in it is not as friendly or accommodating. Despite this, we were lucky to have shared the time we had with him. No effort ever wasted. All memories cherished.

Until we meet again, whatever that may mean, we love you always, our Andrew.

The next time you step on the gas pedal and hear the engine roar, smile and think of him.

Andrew was interred beside his Dad at a private service.

lieu of flowers, please consider donating in Andrew’s honour to Saskatchewan International Raceway (SIR) sdrasaskatoon@gmail.com or the Saskatoon SPCA.

Arrangements entrusted to Dalmeny Funeral Home 306-254-2022.