My Dearest Boaz;


Today is your 62nd Birthday.
I asked myself how shall I celebrate the day when you are not with us?!

I am sitting in my studio surrounded with your photos.
Each one of them reminds me of a different story of your life.

I am consoling myself with the memories we have shared together.

I chose one photo of you to talk to you and remember.

Your smiling face radiates happiness, you are so alive, and so handsome,
dressed in a dark suit and a red blue tie perfect match.

The background is Hong Kong.

I remeber so vividly your stories when you came back.
While listening to your businbess ideas, my heart prayed for your success.


Rest in peace my beloved, and I will continue to talk to your many photos and remembering the stories we shared.


Your loving Mum                       

Dearest Boaz,


Missing you is an endless pain,
You were a prince,
but you did not know it,
Your beautiful face, your sole and personality
will always be in my heart and mind. 


Always will love you,


Your aunt Yeela         

My dearest son Boaz
Another year gone, I missed you so, and here I am writing again to commemorate five years.
The past year you were mentioned many times by your step brother Danny, the issue of suicide prevention has been part of his professional life as a Psychologist.
Your suicide touched his life. Danny dedicates his time and knowledge to
"Suicide Prevention Organization" 
Many articles has been written, lectures were given by Psycologists around the country, special events on the subject were created, training to help save a life
were given at many locations around the country, demonstrations in major cities
for gun control. Danny is involved in all that.

He asked me to write about my son, and I did.
A story Boaz shared with me a year after it took place in Houston where he lived.

One morning he stopped at the bank on his way to work. He withrew some money, and was about to drive, when two black men enter the car each of them with a gun ordered Boaz to drive, not to scream and not to call for help.


One of them sat next to Boaz and pressing the gun to Boaz's side, the other man sat in the back seat holding the gun to his neck. For over 40 minutes Boaz continued to drive with them threatening to kill him. Boaz  was trying to convince them to spare his life in a human, sensible convincing maner and to take the money he had on him.

One of the most important chracteristics of a pilot (which he was) is not to lose his nerve, remain callm, and use all his wisdom to get out of the crises.
And he did.


I believe that this incident made Boaz buy a gun for self-defense


How ironic and tragic that years later a gun was used as a solution to problems that could not be solved, so he thought.


Rest in peace my dearest son.


Your loving Mum              









                







           

        

My dearest Boaz,

They told me that time will heal the pain, it is there , you are "forevermissed".

There is not one thing in life that you are not there with me, in my life.
A book I read, a music that I hear,  a comedy I see, I can hear your laughter,
walking on the beach, I remember  walking with you and you said: " it is one of the nicest beaches I have seen" two days before you left us, I said: Please come home will spend time on the beaches you love bring some books" and you answered: "I will let you know"...

Oh Boaz, how I wish you had come.


December 7th 2016, is the fourth year I misse you so.


Rest is peace my dearest.


Your loving Mum         



    

  


    














                  

Today it is stifiling hot--unseasonably hot.  And yet, outside, lying upside down on the gray slate of the shaded patio, is Cooper.  There is nothing better than a cat sleeping in ones lap.  I don't claim to understand what goes through a cat's mind, but I remember how much Cooper enjoyed sitting in Bo's lap outside under the huge oak trees, all gone now for nearly three years.  There is a new tree and a new yard to explore.  And still, the soothing memory of a cat in a lap.

My Dearest Boaz,


How strange it is to write at your Memorial on your Birthday.

I just came back from your grave, you under the cold marble stone, and me on a chair seeting in front and talking to you on your birthday. 


There are two dates that changed my life completely, 2nd March 1956 
the happiest day, holding the most beautiful baby all mine.
And fify six years later 7th Dec. 2012, a day of horror.

 I celebrate the precious  memories we shared together all those years.I remember so well talking about freedom, you were full of new energies, with great ideas to new life,I see in my mind eyes a happy man looking for a new future.
Then came the cruel reality that destroy and stopped you at the age of 56 years.

All that remain was emptiness,, darkness, pain, longing to see you and  so much sorrow.
So today I can only celebrate your Birthday with candeles and tears.


Rest in peace my beloved .


Your loving Mum         


      
      

I found this picture of Bo today, standing on the construction site of three townhouses on Stanford Street in Houston.  He had never built anything like this before.  But he researched and planned, and managed this construction site, with the end result consisting of an incredible and beautiful enclve of contemporary townhouses.  The unfortunate timing of the collapse of the housing market in 2008 directly coincided with this project.  It is sad to remember how meticulous and dedicated he was with this project, and how the unanticipated and historically unprescidented events of 2008-2011 impacted this effort.  He was fearless, and I vividly recall his humble pride in this end product.  Well deserved and not well rewarded...a shame.  He was remarkable in this work, and I was so very pleased and proud of it and him.  

My dearest Boaz,


We just came back from the cemetery, Michael and myself siting alone in front of your grave, candels and flowers all around, also tears and many thoughts of you,of the short life you have lived, and the years you could have. The feelings of guilt that I was not there in the most difficult time you had, the cry for help I did not hear, with this I live every day.

We were talking to the marble stone, black letters  ingraved on top, and you can not answer, and we talk and talk and try to imagine how things could be if you were now here with us.


If you looking down at us, you know that all who knew you, will never forget you, I am in touch with all of them, where ever they are, keeping your memory alive. There is so much love surrounding you, you must feel it.


I know in my heart that you are surounded by angels, because of your good heart, your good nature, your patience, your great mind, always giving a hand, 
your love, your trusting and believing in the goodness of human being, your sensativity ,your sincerity  all of this and much more made all to love you.

With your smile in my heart I am saying rest in peace my son.


your loving 
 

Mum               


   


        

It's my 39 th wedding anniversary today, and so I think of you, trying to steal the first dance with me, the bride! And so I tried face booking you, and then googling. There is no mistaking that smile, and so I know It's you! I just can't believe you are gone, my Boaz, I remember all the good times 1972-1975 and have some fabulous photos of all of us, me Keith, Carole, and you, you came to see us off at  Heathrow when we moved to Australia.......you were always so kind, charming , I loved you always......my heart is breaking I am so so sad. Keith , my husband died 8 years ago, and of course today on my anniversary, I was just remembering the day, all our dear friends, Carole, you........I am so very sad my dear dear friend to realise that you are no longer  with us. I don't know what took you from this life, I wish someone would tell me.

Memories are beautiful , and so you were you my beautiful dear dear friend . Kim wright xxx

Here is the image that my mind always rests upon when I think of Bo.  It drowns out the memories of the periods in which this smile didn't appear for weeks and months.  Bo will forever be this age, never growing older and frail.  I focus on this magnetic, irresistible smile that first drew me to him.

My mind habitually reverts back to this particular photograph and I know that I must be joyful for all of the time I spent with him.  All of it.  Even for that last morning.  We gather our memories, our courage, our will and take every piece of it with us as we move forward.  Because there is no other choice.  It takes effort which I suspect will always be required no matter how much time has elapsed, evolving and fine-tuning a way to manage everything that has been left behind, only in part.  

No anniversaries, only a stream of rambling memories that are resurrected at odd times, like today.  No more.

I  have worked my new yard and garden for over a year now.  It reminds me of our yard on Piping Rock, which started as grass, trees, and not a lot more.  It took on an evolution over the years, and ended up as an oasis where we enjoyed a lot of solitude and quiet.  My new yard is a lot smaller, but I have planted a cedar elm and enjoy the many new ferns, bananas, figs trees and blueberry bushes, vines and other assorted foliage that i have planted.  Lots of green liveliness.  And the fountain continues to splash and murmur beautifully.  I have an oasis of life surrounding me out here.

The problem I now have is that my gloves are worn out but i just can't seem to throw them out.  The fingers all have holes through which the dirt sifts completely unimpeded.   They are a little too large anyway and I struggle to keep them on.  Two pair of gloves actually.  I suppose I will retire them eventually.  But when I put them on I think how much Bo would have enjoyed this yard.  After all, the gloves were his.  

A year gone by, it was Friday night, 7th of December 2012, all is quiet, we were watching the evening news, the telephon is ringing and I hoped it is Boaz as I did not hear from him for two days and I was worried...

There are no words for me to describe the horror of that telephon call.
I relieve that Friday each Friday, I relieve your whole life, and the memorries we have created together.  I tell myself again and again Boaz is not with us any more.  I play with an idea, "He still lives in Houston, I do not hear from him, he is just too busy to call..."

When I go and sit at your grave talking to you, and telling you what we went through the past year, when visiting Houston and you were not there...

You left "Angles friends" to take care of us, like they were my sons and daughters.

You left not only me, but a whole world of wonderful family friends, you were blessed with them, and me too.

This wonderful friendships that you had, continue accross the oceans with me. 
it is some consolation.

If you only knew what your dearest friend David was thinking of you, the memorial he has created, which I read again and again, so much love  from so many,  you would be with us today. 


One year gone by, REST IN PEACE MY BELOVED.

Your loving Mum        


                      
 

  


        

 

Bo and I met at a starup telecom company.  We laughed, we giggled and were each other's long-distance back-up for many years.

He was there for my engagement, there for my wedding (and responsible for misplacing the gloves to my wedding dress on my wedding day...) and for many other events.

It was always my desire to take auto racing classes.  Bo's too.  Shortly after my 40th birthday I received a pacemaker.  It was a great gift after so many years of frustrating misdiagnosis and fear.  It motivated me, however, to plow through my bucket list in short order.

Who else to call but Bo?  We plotted, researched and planned for our Skip Barber racing school.  It was FUN (we all remember FUN with caps in Bo speak).  We stayed up all night and talked, laughed, competed.  Somewhere in all of that I remembered that life would still be the same.  It might be shorter, but it could still be filled with all of the adrenalin rushes Bo and I both enjoyed.  So much FUN.

I miss you.

 

Boaz is now buried in Israel.

The inscription on his tombstone translated from Hebrew:

Dear Beloved

BOAZ KEYSLAY
1956  -  2012
Jerusalem  -  Houston

Our love will embrace you forever,
Your charming personality
will remain with us to eternity
Let your rest be in the Garden of Eden 

Boaz Had a Dream

The memory is so vivid, that I had to put it in writing. In one of my many visits to Houston for the past 30 years, Boaz was waiting for me at the airport with his big smile, and as I was coming down he lifted me in the air with the big hug as always and said: Mum I have a surprise for you. As Mum knows her son, my answer was: What did you buy now?

Within 30 minutes Boaz brought us to a lovely street, with beautiful homes, large old trees were all over, and the garden in front of every house were manicured. Boaz was so happy, this is the location, and I admired his choice. Which is the house you bought I have asked?That one, and he pointed to an old ranch house. We entered, and I did not like what I have seen.
So much work has to be done, he certainly started to work on it, the project was huge, and the bigger the work the happier Boaz was. He promised me, : On you next visit you will see
not a house but a home that I will create it with my two hands and ideas. I was sure that Boaz will keep his promises with his golden hands, his energy, and his wonderful mind full of ideas.

An so it was the house turned to be a home which I turned to love, Boaz had created such a loving warm and comfortable living. We have enjoyed many great times together in his home.

For him, a person's home is his castle. An old English proverb.

The years passed, Boaz had a dream, he wanted to build a new modern house on the lot of his old one. He shared with me all his plans, every room, every floor, every corner, he thought of comfort, of beauty and design, he loved simple clean lines. In his mind the house was complete and furnished.

This was Boaz's dream.

Today my dearest, someone else is building a new house, and maybe it will be their dream come true. I know that your sole and spirit will bless them.

Rest in peace my beloved.

Your loving Mum

Dearest,


Last May  we have celebrated together my birthday, it was the best. For two wonderful weeks, one on the cruise from Galveston, you have enjoyed it so much, you were like the child I remember, we shared so much, we tallked for hours, we laughed and planned and hoped and dreamt, and continue the celebration for another week. Then good by again till next year.
Next year came,there is nothing, emptiness, so much sadness and sorrow, if only I knew it is my last birthday with you... I treasure the memories the days and the hours of our last celebration together. Birthday will never be the same.
 

Rest in peace my beloved,

Mum


Mum  

  



     

This memorial was placed near a pond on the ranch of JD Johnson, near Dallas TX.  Bo and I visited here often and my entire extended family grew to know Bo well.  Now all of us have a place to remember him.

Boaz, 
I am sure, I am not the only one, who is leaning on the memories of you today but wish you were actually celebrating this day full force.

You wrote me once long ago hello from your first trip to China:
"...What a fascinating country very different to what I had expected.more  when I see you..." 
I so wish that your soul is in peace and, if in any way possible, today you would tell all, who miss you, the same: "what a fascinating place, very different to what I had expected. more when I see you..."
 

Dearest Leah, Raffi and all the family and friends gathered on this sad occasion. I am sorry I cannot be with you.  In my wildest dreams I would never have thought I would be writing these words, let alone that there would be a need for them to be said.  There aren't enough words but I will attempt to give you my perspective view.

I am grateful and proud to have known the gifted and many faceted Boaz, whom I referred to as BEAU not BO as to me he was beautiful. Over the years we shared many happy memories, laughter, songs and continents. For me, there will never be a more unique person.  Strong, brave, a great sportsman, friend and fabulous dance partner.

I will share an instant in time with you. Picture the young Boaz in America, training to be a pilot. I visited and was allowed by the instructor to be a rear seat passenger! Not good news for me, as I get car sick!! I could not hear what was being said in the front, but the two hearty fellows in front of me decided it would be amusing to show off Beau's latest flying tricks.

So up we went, then, suddenly up in a straight line towards the outer atmosphere only to reach a peak, stall and drop straight over the top like a proverbial stone!!! My first ever experience of G-force. (A free face lift!). We went on to loop the loop. I believe they both thought it hysterical to see my green face. I recovered my stomach some three days later.  The dare devil in him made Boaz a comedian with a wicked sense of fun and humour.

On a different trip, at the time of Raffi and Nancy's wedding, we went to look at a show or model home in Boston, which was very prestigious. I walked round in respectful delight and, as I turned into the bathroom with this enormous sunken bath on a dais, there was Beau laying full out like the lord of the manor, grinning from ear to ear as no-one else could do. We were in fits of laughter all the way round the rest of the apartment. Never a dull moment....we shared so much in common. The first time we met, we turned up in the exact same outfit- brown trousers, brown top and oatmeal v-neck jumper - like twins dressed together!  I would write the words to a song here in England and send them to him and the same day he would receive my letter, his would arrive from America with the same song written out...The miracle of his writing in the first place was amazing on its own, as he hated to write.

At Raffi's wedding he wrote the most touching speech, but still looked to me for approval and I did just that.

I can only quote the words to That song to tell you of the hole he leaves in his much too early departure:-

"Don't go changing to try to please me

You never let me down before

Don't imagine you're too familiar

And I don't see you anymore

Don't go trying some new fashion

Don't change the colour of your hair

You always have my unspoken passion

Although I might not seem to care

I would not leave you in times of trouble We never could have come this far I took the good times I'll take the bad times I'll take you just the way you are

I need to know that you will always be the same old someone that I knew Oh what will it take till you believe in me The way that I believe in you

I said I love you and that's forever

And that's a promise from the heart

I could not love you any better

I love you just the way you are

I don't want clever conversation

Don't want to work that hard

I just want someone I can talk to

I love you just the way you are"

It remains for me to wish you everlasting love and the peace you so deserve.

I will always be with you.

Shalom and long healthy lives to you Leah and Raffi. My thoughts are with you and the family

Love always

Carole xxx

When Boaz found out my love for poetry, he supported that in me by presenting poetry books at the right occasions. I keep re-reading those books nowdays for a message of comfort from him for all who cared for him, loved and miss him.
The following words, which really touched me, are from Bo's gift of The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou:

...
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly.  Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed.  They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better.  For they existed.

Boaz was always thoughtful and one way it surfaced was in cards. They were presented for an occasion or just because, funny, meaningful and always with the wishes only Bo would come up with. He never wished just a happy new year, it had to be Fantastic!
He also liked to ask me all the time: Are we having FUN yet?! and in a card, he would make sure FUN is capitalized and multiple times underlined. Bo tought me at that time that anything you do at work, in life has to be enjoyable and exciting.
Boaz, I'll do my very best to not lose sight of this.

My eulogy at Boaz funeral


My dear Boaz

It tears my heart that we are standing here bringing you to rest instead the opposite. Parents are not supposed to burry their son.

and a son you have been to me since you have escorted your mother to our wedding chupa 21 years ago. Aworm and considerate son, a loving son who wanted to help and contribute at any opportunity.


We had many heart to heart talks in which I felt how close you also felt towards me and I did not recognize the despair you must have felt and here you have given us the worst stroke we could imagine.


I am standing here before your open grave next to your mother, who like me cannot believe that our beloved Boaz is no more. I loved you so much and I shall miss you for the rest of my life.


I promise you that I will take care of your mother whom I cherish more than all and maybe together we will succeed to recover this heavy loss.


I will cherish your memory forever as a lost son with your wondeerful smile and always with a good word.


Farewell dear Boaz may you rest in peace.


Michael                      

To my dearest son Boaz,

All that was left are memories and photos from our life, that surround me with the lights of candles.

What a son and a great friend you were to me, the happiness in my life was you and dearest Michael, now I am half.


From the moment I gave birth to you, you were a smiling baby, blond, blue eyes, this was my weakness, this was my baby. You hardly cried at nights, like let mum sleep...

Your inner beauty came out as you grew to an adult. Boaz was a giver, Boaz was always  giving hand  in his own quiet way, he was a doer,an acomplisher, gentle in every possible way,he lived with values, he had such a humor, he loved to laugh,we always went to comedies to share laughter while holding hands.

We had a special relationship, not a mother and a son only,like he was my twin, our minds were so similar, our thoughts, ideas, our doings, our feelings. The communication between us was just unbelievable. It did not matter that oceans seperated us,our heart was one.I know so much, I shared so much, but missed the most important knowledge of his decision. Forgive me my son.

Boaz had a heart of gold, the other person came first, he felt the needs of others so naturally,and always gave a helping hand. He always had a project to work on, always new ideas.

He wrote to me: "You have to measure the man by his heart, not by the way he lives. and another time he wrote:" Peace is not the absent of conflict"
so much hidden in those words.

How you loved sports as a student you always came home with medals and cups you won, and in such a modest way you showed me your trophies. Later in life you  tried so many sports that you have enjoyed.

Dearest Boaz, I named you after a hero from the Bible by the name Boaz. Which means in Hebrew "in him Strength", where was it when needed? who took it from you? who took you loving soul? 

There is a street not far from us named "Boaz St." you saw it and made a joke...

If there is love in this world it is with you, I pray that you found the peace you were so longing for. Rest my beloved from the battles of life, when I will rest in my grave not far from you, only then I will know my peace.


Yours loving Mum and Michael                       

Through the years of our working relationship, Bo was not only the owner of the company, my Boss, my best friend, he was my Mentor. In his mentoring critique Bo was always brutally honest, which, I believed, made it invaluable. He expected the very best from himself and everyone, and that allowed me to really grow not only as a person in business, but also as an individual. I first started working for Bo when I barely spoke any English (programming didn't really require that, so it wasn't a problem). I have Bo to thank for my quickly developed at that time knowledge of the language. Books, lessons, seminars, discussions, information exchange - Boaz was always hungry for knowledge and was continuously learning, and so was I, specially on his mentoring watch. I recall one specific seminar he took me to. It was about succeeding in all aspects of life and was focused on a specific methodology, in the core of which was the following: while there are areas of information which individual trully knows (for example, what day of the week is today, what team member told him about a project), and areas of information which individual is aware he/she doesn't know (for example, distance between two randomly selected stars - since awareness is there, individual always has a chance to research and educate himself/herself), there is an area of information/facts/knowledge, which individual is not aware he doesn't know (for example, that someone was abrupt to him/her because of personal tragedy, kept in secret). And this unknownly missing knowledge is crucial to individual's success and happiness often at work or in personal life, since that person makes decisions being unaware of that missing information, which could change his/her whole way of thinking or/and acting. I reflected on this a lot through the years and will continue through my whole life. How true that is! How important it is to continue growning that awareness through communication and open interraction with others in discovering missing knowledge. I am forever thankful, Bo, for your role in my life!

Boaz was a caring man. And if he decided he wanted to help or play a part in assisting, nobody, not even the receiving party could stop him.
I myself experienced his acts of giving on multiple occasions.To mention just a couple of those instances: 
 Due to my family circumstances, there was a period of time when I needed to use public transportation to get to our Strategic Partners office. While I didn't mind that, Bo, my Boss, refused to allow me to get to and from work that way. He was waking up early and waiting for me in the morning just to get me to work, same in the evening, and later even organized the rental car as a part of my working arrangement. This was never expected and greatly appreciated - I still remember his black acura and that rental dodge!
When we were moving offices, he insisted on my family having Strategic Partners specially ordered reception green leather couch and stylish coffee table. To give you an idea of how much that kind gesture meant to me as well as how good Boaz' contemporary style was, not a single peace of other furniture I kept through the years, BUT that same excellent and timeless couch and coffee table are in my home still today, used, enjoyed and appreciated! (I smile as I write this)
  
  

Ever since I can remember, my older brother Boaz, was a gifted and talented athlete. Whether it was throwing javelin, playing soccer, running, swimming, tennis, cross country and more recently when he ran the Houston marathon, he was a natural. Loved athletics, he was very good at it and was competitive.

He was good with his hands, enjoyed technology, repairing, building and tinkering with things.

Growing up as teenagers, with a 6 year age difference, he would beat up on me sometimes but I guess that’s way it goes when you are the younger one!

As Bo grew up, he was always drawing and sketching images of planes. He wanted to go to college and become an aeronautical engineer designing aircraft, but taking school exams were tough for him. So in 1977, while we were all living in London, Bo decided to leave England and travelled to Ardmore, Oklahoma, to go to flight school and pursue a flight career. Several years later he moved to Houston, TX and was flying small charter planes.

I remember in 1983, I visited him in Houston for about a week, and he took me on a flight to pick up some clients. This was his second flight of the day. We landed on a small deserted airport in the middle of nowhere. While we waited for the clients to arrive, Bo broke out the soda and peanuts. We drank and ate on the plane’s wing on that hot and sunny day. All we needed to complete the scene I thought, was some tumble weeds, rolling by as I used to see in the wild west movies.

Later that day, after being very tired, Bo got one more call to take a client from Houston to what he thought was Freeport, TX…a short ride. But when he got to the airport, it turned out to be Shreveport, LA (he had mis-heard the destination on the phone), which required him to get flight plans and it was going to be a longer trip. I was on that flight with him.

We got back home into Houston, in the wee hours of the following morning. It had been a very long day and a tiring one, but it was really interesting and fun, to have sat next to my brother, piloting an aircraft. I very much enjoyed that day.

Within a couple of years he decided to get out of flying due to the long hours and always being on call, so he decided to get into telecommunication sales and became a sales manager for a company that sold office telephone systems.

In the late 80’s the company transferred him to their Connecticut corporate office which was only a 3 hour drive for me in New Hampshire. During these few years it was nice that he was close by as we could see him more often. Sometime we would drive down to see him and sometimes he would come to us.

In the early 90s he decided to start his own software company which lasted for several years and eventually sold the company. He was now back in Texas. I believe that this software company was his greatest success in business. Into the late 90s and 21st century he had tried a number of other ventures as well as jobs, but unfortunately, they did not work out as well as he had hoped.

Bo and I were not super close – we would talk a few times a year on the phone, always on our birthday; his was on March 2 mine on March 6. He was in Texas and me in New Hampshire. We had some things in common, other than liking women, mainly we were both entrepreneurs and both enjoyed technology so these were subjects that we talked about on many occasions.

I last saw Bo about a year and a half ago when he came up to New Hampshire for my son’s Bar Mitzvah. It was good to see him.

A few months ago, I had called him to get his advice on some software that I needed some suggestions on for running my business. He gave me a good recommendation which I followed up and am currently using.

This was the last time I spoke with him.

You were my only sibling and I will miss you for the rest of my life.

Your friend and brother.

May you rest in peace.

Love Raffi

Boaz' idea, methodology, creation, passion, hard work, success - Strategic Partners! His mentor and friend Richard Long was an instrumental part of the company. Great sales methodology guaranteed to lead to business success, empowered by technology. At Strategic Partners, side by side, we had years of extra hard work, big dreams, serious trials, ultimate success, and lots of fun, touching, happy moments I cherish.

Insync Christmas Party: Bo was celebrating with his dear friend Sandy and Sandy's Lady. Happy times, full of promise for all!

I remember Bo telling me about his amazing discovery of importance of human presence and touch, specially to newborns. Many years ago he was kind to volunteer at one of Houston hospitals, specifically in infant care department. His task was to stay with newborns, who for one or another reason had to be separated from their parents, and, if babies were anxious or crying, to calm them by simply putting gently one hand on their head and another on their tiny feet. Suprisingly babies would get calm very quickly that way. This was explained to him by the hospital personnel as a need of a newborn to feel human touch, and a simulation of mother's womb (by feeling boundaries of human warmth from head to toe) as the most calming. Bo described this to me as one of the most moving experiences of his life. 

You were an integral part of our family.
We loved playing golf with you and Mike.
Don't know how you put up with us, since you were the "good" one.  

The interesting part is the we are friends with both your parents and you.
How blessed we are for knowing the whole family  We miss you. 

Bo, you were the best "Hugger" in the world. We loved having you at our party for Ron's birthday.

I have seldom seen a son-mother relationship as close as that of Bo and Leah.  They were each other's glue, checking in with each other often, discussing everything from the trivial to the deeply difficult topics that can be challenging.  Always with respect and love honed over decades.  What a remarkable team they made--it was uncanny, rare, and beautiful. 

Bo was an incredibly thoughtful person.  In 2008 he secretly arranged a surprise birthday trip for me to San Miguel de Allende, a place I had always wanted to go.  We stayed at an incredible lovely hotel, he arranged a birthday morning hot air balloon ride, as well as a drive to another city to see the amazing outdoor Christmas decorations.  The city was relaxing with lots of US ex-pats, and we enjoyed concerts, and the general cultural diversity of this old colonial town.  The entire trip was magical...

We traveled to New Hampshire in 2011 to attend the Bar Mitsvah of Bo's nephew, Jacob.  The weather was spectacular, Jacob did an incredible, flawless reading and we enjoyed spending time with everyone. 

We went to Discovery Green where there was an incredible laser light show against the convention center.  Bands, food, dogs, you name it, it was there.  Bo insisted in picking up some illumnated glasses and we walked around partially blinded by them, squinting and trying not to bump into people or objects.  After 12 midnight we shared a kiss and walked back to the train station, hand in hand.  We usually just stayed home but this year was different...full of promise for a new beginning.

This was our last vacation--we decided to check out PV because neither of us had been there before.  Our hotel had a turtle release program and every night we got to release some babies back to the ocean--they lumbered along the sand, occasionally getting upset by a rogue wave, but eventally all made it to "home".

Bo was at my party a couple months ago and here is a video that was taken - We will definitely miss him