Weeks have passed since the last conversation and the last email received from Bobor. The reality is harsh and sad and the loss of our friend is hard to accept. Big tears are rolling down our faces and the same question is asked over and over: "Why this has happened, why to You?"
You had dreams and big plans: you wanted to see many places, climb more mountains, visit countries, have fun with friends, spend time with your family....you were the one to live until 100 years, do you remember?..
We will never forget about the amazing time together: hiking in the pouring rain (where the gore-tex or rain jacket wouldn't help, it was so wet), playing cards in the van while camping during the wet and cold autumn nights (no one around, just you and our family,who else would be so crazy), pushing a canoe with the camping gear for miles on snow to a lake at Easter (surprise, road closed, it was still winter outside of Vancouver), exploring the gold rush trails by Yale, singing the Kokanee song loud in the car while heading North, or hiking through the dark Chilcoot woods at night hand in hand singing songs to scare bears, munching on a big fat bacon with bread and garlic at Elfin hut while everyone around munched on almonds and porridge, dancing so hard at the home party that kids were worried the floor joists will break, paddling in a little rubber dinghy across the Squamish River rapids, full speed to save our lives, spending hours on phone late at night or on Sundays discussing world affairs, history or next trips and adventures, and so on. We miss you Bobor immensely! Yet we are thankful for all the moments and experiences, thankful for your friendship, your passion to share your love for nature, your joy to live, and your inspiration to explore. We carry the beautiful memories in our hearts and your soul and spirit has brighten our lives . Going to the mountains is going home ( Muir). May your soul fly over mountain ridges and shine the light. Rest in Peace!
