May 12, 2021
Auntie Bo was an important and influential figure in my life. We spent a lot of time together; she was like a second grandmother to me. The both of us shared similar interests such as traveling, art, music, fashion, and health. Maybe that’s why we got along so well.
Auntie Bo always supported my artistic endeavors and encouraged me to explore different creative avenues including painting, violin, and ice skating, to name a few. When I was a young girl, I once told her that I wanted to try my hand at abstract painting and create something just like the artwork that hung in her living room wall. Auntie Bo helped me set up a small easel with some paint and paintbrushes in her courtyard and told me to paint away! She also lent me my first violin which I even won a music competition with, and gifted me my first calligraphy set which I cherished very much.
Hanging out with Auntie Bo was always full of fun and learning. As a young girl, I visited the house often and have fond memories of helping her around the house. We picked lemons and oranges off her fruit trees in the spring. She taught me how to plant flower bulbs and set up for house parties. We even folded laundry together. Auntie Bo always said that sorting Uncle Guy’s large pile of identical-looking black socks’ was good practice for me because it taught patience and attention to detail. During the summers, oftentimes I’d come over to the house for a swim; I remember looking forward to it every time. Sometimes Auntie Bo would join and direct me on proper stroke form. Other times, we would sit by the poolside and chat about all sorts of things, like old BFFs from different generations.
As I got older and busier, Auntie Bo and I never lost touch. There were times where we emailed each other almost daily, sharing jokes or chatting about what was going on in our lives. Auntie Bo would often send me souvenirs and postcards from the exotic destinations that she and Uncle Guy traveled to; it was a testament to her thoughtful nature and knack for keeping in touch with others.
Whenever I was back in town, the both of us loved visiting the Stanford Shopping Center, especially the makeup counters at Neiman Marcus; she had the ladies there teach me how to apply makeup. Auntie Bo even taught me how to do my own facial! Other memories include renting movies from Blockbuster and watching them together all night long, and going on a day trip to Half Moon Bay where we dined at a charming hotel and afterwards took a stroll among the scenic views. Those are just a few memories with Auntie Bo that I think back on dearly.
Uncle Guy and Auntie Bo always welcomed my parents and me graciously into their home. I’ll never forget Auntie Bo’s jubilant “yoohoo!” when we walked in the door. She would invite us into the kitchen to sit and offer us drinks and a bite to eat. Many merry conversations were made around that kitchen counter. The five of us would go out to lunch and habitually make a stop afterwards at Prolific Oven to buy a chocolate cake (a favorite of my dad and Uncle Guy). Auntie Bo always said that the door was open for us whenever we wanted to come visit.
Although the time spent with Auntie Bo could have always been more, I appreciate the fact that she (and Uncle Guy) were there for many milestones in my life: birthdays, music performances, high school, and college graduation. Auntie Bo was a woman of considerable congeniality, timeless sophistication, and had a penchant for good fun and adventure. She also had a nurturing manner about her, and provided unending support and inspiration to her loved ones. I will forever remember her lessons on living life to the fullest with grace, dignity, and joie de vivre. How lucky I am to have known such a wonderful lady.
Auntie Bo always supported my artistic endeavors and encouraged me to explore different creative avenues including painting, violin, and ice skating, to name a few. When I was a young girl, I once told her that I wanted to try my hand at abstract painting and create something just like the artwork that hung in her living room wall. Auntie Bo helped me set up a small easel with some paint and paintbrushes in her courtyard and told me to paint away! She also lent me my first violin which I even won a music competition with, and gifted me my first calligraphy set which I cherished very much.
Hanging out with Auntie Bo was always full of fun and learning. As a young girl, I visited the house often and have fond memories of helping her around the house. We picked lemons and oranges off her fruit trees in the spring. She taught me how to plant flower bulbs and set up for house parties. We even folded laundry together. Auntie Bo always said that sorting Uncle Guy’s large pile of identical-looking black socks’ was good practice for me because it taught patience and attention to detail. During the summers, oftentimes I’d come over to the house for a swim; I remember looking forward to it every time. Sometimes Auntie Bo would join and direct me on proper stroke form. Other times, we would sit by the poolside and chat about all sorts of things, like old BFFs from different generations.
As I got older and busier, Auntie Bo and I never lost touch. There were times where we emailed each other almost daily, sharing jokes or chatting about what was going on in our lives. Auntie Bo would often send me souvenirs and postcards from the exotic destinations that she and Uncle Guy traveled to; it was a testament to her thoughtful nature and knack for keeping in touch with others.
Whenever I was back in town, the both of us loved visiting the Stanford Shopping Center, especially the makeup counters at Neiman Marcus; she had the ladies there teach me how to apply makeup. Auntie Bo even taught me how to do my own facial! Other memories include renting movies from Blockbuster and watching them together all night long, and going on a day trip to Half Moon Bay where we dined at a charming hotel and afterwards took a stroll among the scenic views. Those are just a few memories with Auntie Bo that I think back on dearly.
Uncle Guy and Auntie Bo always welcomed my parents and me graciously into their home. I’ll never forget Auntie Bo’s jubilant “yoohoo!” when we walked in the door. She would invite us into the kitchen to sit and offer us drinks and a bite to eat. Many merry conversations were made around that kitchen counter. The five of us would go out to lunch and habitually make a stop afterwards at Prolific Oven to buy a chocolate cake (a favorite of my dad and Uncle Guy). Auntie Bo always said that the door was open for us whenever we wanted to come visit.
Although the time spent with Auntie Bo could have always been more, I appreciate the fact that she (and Uncle Guy) were there for many milestones in my life: birthdays, music performances, high school, and college graduation. Auntie Bo was a woman of considerable congeniality, timeless sophistication, and had a penchant for good fun and adventure. She also had a nurturing manner about her, and provided unending support and inspiration to her loved ones. I will forever remember her lessons on living life to the fullest with grace, dignity, and joie de vivre. How lucky I am to have known such a wonderful lady.