Looking back at the posts I’ve written and it feels as hard today as it did then. And I know that it is for the people who knew and loved him. Because they tell me.

So thank you for stopping by and remembering Bo. Please post a memory on the Facebook group.

So long ago was it in a dream
Was it just a dream?
I know, yes, I know, seemed so very real
It seemed so real to me

It wasn’t a dream. It was real. And I am grateful for the 17 years we had.

Thank you for thinking of Bo.

Life has gone that way. And 8 seems to be that way. Infinity sideways.

Incredible that it has been that long and yet we keep moving forward day by day.

Q: “How do people get older?” A: “One day at a time.”

I’m amazed and thankful that people still remember and do their best to provide comfort. It does help.

Thank you for thinking of Bo.

Life changes in an instant. And sometimes it doesn’t.

Sometimes you get a do-over. Sometimes, you’re left with a rueful smile and a realization that you made a dumb mistake and got lucky. In fact, that probably happens most of the time.

But then there are those instants when there is no do-over, no chance to have the rueful smile, just the knowledge that “now things are different.”

I had one of those experience a couple of weeks ago, had my boat running and it got into some shallow water. Before I could cut the engine it sucked up a rock. As hard as I wished, I couldn’t undo it and have that rock not damage my engine, stop it cold.

As always, thanks for stopping by. We deeply appreciate all the thoughts and prayers.

It is harder, not easier. Time passes and the hole is deeper/bigger/more profound.

We are going to re-do this site and are looking for any pictures, videos, thoughts, anything you would like to contribute. Please send it to me either via Facebook or to dfisher@fisherspoint.com.

Thank you.

One Hand

It has been one hand of years since he’s been gone. Thank you for visiting this page. Your thoughts vibrate in the universe and help ensure his memory is preserved.

That probably sounds pretty mystical but there is increasing evidence that our life force conforms to the first law of thermodynamcis: Energy can be transformed (changed from one form to another), but it can neither be created nor destroyed.

Think about it, our consciousness consists of an energy state in our brain. This energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Therefore, it must continue to exist beyond our ability to perceive it.

Please post thoughts and memories. Clap to make Tinkerbell live.

Thank you for coming.

It seems like it truly has been forever, not just four years. I looked up at the pre-dawn stars this morning and recalled that Bo called this day “the best day of my life.” Truly ironic.

Thank you for still caring, for coming by, for posting notes in the memory book.

I was just introduced to the Facebook group <a href=”http://www.new.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=2262540684″><u>In Memory of Bo Fisher</u></a>. Be sure to stop by and post on the wall.

We have helped (in a modest way) 8 students with memorial scholarships. Its a small rememberance, but more will come in the next few years.

We will allways miss you.

Twenty-one

Emancipation. Freedom. Responsibility.

Gone from the nest. Escape Velocity.

Loss. Loneliness.

Joy. Reunion.

Twenty-one

Time slips away so quickly and everyone changes, drifts apart. And yet I’m still anchored to that one point in time three years ago.

We appreciate the continued postings in the Memory Book. They help us know we’re not alone. And thank you for the anonymous flowers on 4/1.

Once again we were able to give two students a scholarship. Thank you to everyone who helped make this possible: our friends and families, the Council Rock family, the field hockey team, and all of those who were touched by Bo.

Denial is such a strange state to live in, yet that is where I am. It is more than hard to believe that he is gone and that we won’t share more moments with him.

At the same time, it is hard to deny the headstone we placed at his grave. If you haven’t been there please feel free to come by and say hello. Thanks to Michael McDonald for working with us on the design.

As my father says, “Thank God you cry, you care.”

Peace and love to you all
Don Fisher
09/04/07