No Hollywood ending.
Michael John Boyland, good husband, father of three amazing kids, after
a brief and merciless battle of a few mere weeks, succumbed to cancer. I am
loathe to make of this blog a bummer, but I had spoken of this situation in
previous posts and we never expected such a fast outcome, but here it is, the
sad finale and it seemed natural to put an end to the story in a proper way.
So that’s it. A wonderful man dies in the prime of his life to cancer. It
happens every day, everywhere, I imagine, I understand… but this is our
family. And it is a hard pill indeed to
Looking back on the good, and there was plenty of that, he got to come home and
was surrounded in the end, by his children: Michael Jr., Bradley, Bailey and
his good wife of twenty-three adoring years, Kitten. Trust me, these folks are
as close to the Waltons (And I don’t mean the evil Wal*Martians but the loving
Depression Era television family) morphed with the Bradys you could imagine. And
his well-lived life ended in the embrace of his brood.
But, like the old Streisand song goes, “…It’s the laughter we will remember….” True
that. I will remember Mike’s deep and abiding passion for his family above all
things. If ever a man took to that creed of provider, it was he. I will
remember how at the annual Christmas Eve party, he would slip away at a certain
moment and then suddenly someone would yell, “Look! Over the hill! There!
Across by the barn!” And there would be Mike dressed up like Santa Claus in a twinkling
sleigh with a bright red sack over his shoulder (never mind that you could hear
the diesel engine from the tractor pulling the sleigh all the way to Potomac
Village) but the children would rush to the huge picture window that looked out
into the dark moonless horse fields and once we all gasped, you could see the
wonder and amazement in their eyes.
Mike made that kind of stuff happen all the time.
At Thanksgiving, Mike’s favorite holiday, he would love to host large gathering of warmth, togetherness and family; I will also remember the many summers out at his
family’s house at Rehoboth Beach watching his kids grow up year after year,
sunburn after sunburn. I can still hear the surf and feel the sea breeze of those long nights walking
out by the ocean, all of us together, watching moonrises and fireworks, with all the clamor of summer families echoing down the tunnel of night.
Innumerable memories. All unforgettable. Our
lives will never be the same without you. You were the Captain of the ship. The
Leader of the Band. The one with the vision and the dream. And you made it come true for everybody. Well done buddy. Well done.
We can but honor you by celebrating your legacy of hard work, fair play,
honesty and community involvement by exhibiting those self same standards you set for yourself, ourselves. You will forever be missed Mike. Forever be loved
buddy. Rest in Peace buddy.