Brian "Boz" Boyer: December 13, 1957-June 7, 2016.
How are you?
I've hated asking you that question the last several days because I knew the answer. Today, I don't hate asking you that because I know the answer is, "better." Today, you are not in pain, you are peaceful and happy, able to do all the things you love to do with grace and ease, Today you got to see C.O. and Winnie, and Nate, and all of your other friends and family you've missed so dearly. Though your wife and kids lost their husband and father, and hundreds of us lost our best friend, we are all finding comfort in the fact that you're resting easy now--give everyone up there a kiss for us.
I know the last 7 months have been a fucking whirlwind--life got flipped upside down and shaken like an 8.0 magnitude earthquake hit. I don't know why or how it had to happen to you, it's the most unfair thing in the world, and it makes me so angry. But I know I shouldn't spend my time being angry, you would tell me that it's a waste of energy and to go do something that makes me happy instead--so tonight we spent time reminiscing on all the good times, on our fondest memories, and we began to celebrate your beautiful life... turns out it's going to take a lot of celebrating.
I know you always said, "I'm not here for a long time, I'm here for a good time!" but I so badly wish that by some miracle you were here with us, the happy, healthy, wonderful Boz that you were. In a world filled with marginal people, you were a giant, a hero. You were the life of every party and the king of the world. You left a gaping hole in our hearts, but it will be filled with amazing memories.
I cherish every single moment I have ever spent with you, especially those I've spent with you in the last 7 months. Even those bad days when all I could do was give you a squeeze of the hand and a kiss on the cheek. Every smile and laugh is engrained in my memory. B, thank you. Thank you for those laughs and smiles and kisses and hugs. Thank you for loving me, supporting me, pushing me, teaching me, and raising me. Thank you for showing all of us how to live an exceptional life. Thank you, Brian and Beth, for raising the wonderful children I call my best friends. Your impact on this earth is massive and will never ever be forgotten or disregarded.
I want so badly to sit in that sketchy office chair in the living room for the next few days and not move and take this all in. But instead I'm going to do what I think you would want me to do--which is go have a kickass time doing what I love. Tomorrow I'm going to drive to Angel Fire, I'm going to race my bike, and I'm going to have a great time. I'm going to ride my heart out for you, Boz.
The hard part is over for you. You fought your fight, and you were so strong. Now you need to send that strength of yours back home, to 1500 N. Kittredge, to your wife and kids. Send them love, and peace, and assurance that you are always with them. Those of us down here will do the same.
May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. . . . and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
I love you Brian, and I miss you so much. Raise some hell up there.
Love always and forever,
Alex, and everyone else.
Writing is something I have always been passionate about. I love sharing my stories, my thoughts, my advice, but mostly, I write to record memories and express myself. So here are a few of my fondest memories, best and worst moments, my most profound and boisterous thoughts, and riskiest advice. Enjoy!