My friend, Andrew ‘Wilf’ Wilford

Andrew ‘Wilf’ Wilford


It’s unmaginable that the beautiful and indefatigable Wilf has died.


He was only 48, yet he had made such a huge difference to the world in his life.


We will bury Wilf tomorrow.


But he lives forever in our hearts and minds.


And our stories of his commitment and his passion will grow and grow.


I know him as an activist, a committed friend, and a co-conspirator.


What I value most are his empathy, his wild mind and his constant curiosity.


It has been said that the good die young. In the past year two dear friends, much younger than I am, have passed away. Maybe there’s a place where they are gathering — all the wild minds – to guide us into the uncharted waters that lie ahead.


I find it hard to imagine activism in Australia with Wilf.




We all send our deepest love and support to Rosey and to the other members of Wilf’s family.


It must have been very hard to share him with so many of us for so many years.


Hopefully, our deep appreciation of the fine quality of his deep love for ALL life will help a little bit to sustain you.


Blessing and vale, our beloved Wilf!


Wendy Sarkissian


  • Ray Bishop, Auckland

    I had the honour of working with Andrew when he was the RAAF Res Eng at Air New Zealand, Christchurch and then working for him a a manager for the short time he worked for Air New Zeanland. I loved his spontaneity, humour, and wisdom. This news comes as a shock to me and I pass on to family and friends my sincerest condolences and best wishes as you come to terms with this sad loss

  • Oh, what sadness.

    It feels like yesterday when Daryl Taylor, community activist from Kinglake Victoria, bounced into Green Cross Australia’s office in Brisbane City Hall to introduce us to Wilf. Together they exploded with ideas about resilient bushfire recovery, youth environmental activism, how to unleash the creative business commons, and more.

    It was like a splurge of eco-imagination – the real kind, not the TV ads.

    Over the past four years my path crossed with Wilf on many warm, inspiring occasions. The workshop he inspired and led at UQ’s Global Change Institute, where leading scientists and their kids joined together in imaging a sustainable future. Wilf’s pirate hat TEDx talk in Brisbane. His soulful contribution to the “Build it Back Green” workshop in Parliament House after 2011 events.

    Wilf’s constant behind the scenes nurturing was invaluable, including getting “deliberative democracy” led disaster recovery into the Woodford program last year.

    And then the Paul Hawken visit. I gently weeped in the QUT auditorium, watching Hawken’s Blessed Unrest map of community activism spin across the large screen into star-studded space. Another Wilf inspiration.

    I was so privileged to join Wilf for the the Bond University dinner with Paul Hawken. Such an intimate setting to recalibrate courage and grace, in the face of pressing environmental, economic and humanitarian challenges. It was like being in a womb of creative conviction that things can, despite all evidence, get better.

    I will sorely miss Wilf, and wish to celebrate here his deep contribution to clear thinking and compassionate action.

    For Wilf’s family and the Bond University community, I send condolences and fond memories of a special soul who treaded creatively and intelligently for the benefit of others. I will miss him.

    Mara Bun

  • Gary Parsons

    I am deeply saddened and shocked by the loss of my beloved Air Force mate Wilf….

    I will always remember the 1st day I met him in early 1983 as we embarked on a journey with 23 others at RAAF Nos 28 Engineer Cadet Squadron (Officer’s College) in Perth Australia…… he as a spritely, happy and rather eloquent 18 year old with a love for Midnight Oil music and me as 17 year old Cold Chisel loving Adelaide lad…..

    Indeed it was Wilf who introduced me to the “Oils” and other rad NSW acts like Matt Finish and left me with a deepening love for all things “pub rock” in Australia.

    I have not seen or spoken to Wilf in 10 years. I saw him last in January 2003 just as I was leaving my homeland to move to America… as usual he was chatty, sometimes verbose but always fascinating… an engaged and engaging bloke with such a love for things greater than materialism.

    Dear Andrew… I will honour you and your memory each day…..

    I never had the courtesy to stay in contact with you or anyone from Australia due to my own personal problems but I want you to know that you are always in my heart and mind

    Love Gary Parsons


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