Our Amazing and Wonderful Boy
Bo was an old soul. When he was in kindergarten, I had to run to the school while they were on the playground. I scanned the grounds, looking at the kids on the swings, the monkeybars, the kickball field...no Bo....as I pulled around to park, I spotted him...sitting under the shade tree with the grown-ups engaged in pleasant conversation.
Bo grew to become an avid gamer. He had all the game machines and bunches of games. He made good grades...but Bo was a sweet, sweet boy. He was kind to animals and genuinely respectful of others. He had GREAT friends...and he was learning to play bass guitar. He loved music. I guess he came by that, honestly.
He was DEEPLY loved by his sisters and me, his nephew and brother-in-law...and he knew it. One of the few comforts we have is that we never missed a chance to express our love. When Bo's dad died in 2004, we grew closer than the average mom and son. As much as professionals discourage it, Bo and I were best freinds. And I am so glad we were...
He was my little buddy for 15 years and now, I have an angel for the rest of my life...
We love you, Bo!