Bo Oliver

Well I have three memories that really stick out. Unfortunelty they are all Johns Hopkins related because that is how I met Bo. It was our first month into our cancer journey and my daughter Angel was admitted because she was barreling a blood infection. She didn't leave the room much, but one of the few times she did we went to the family room for some food. She sat in her wheel chair because she was physically unable to walk at the time and she said to me "mommy do you hear that pretty music" and I said yes. She asked me if I could sit in the hall with her and listen to it. Well it was Bo playing the piano. So later that night she made him a card. And she wrote "some day you will make a great music teacher ". Well we delivered the card and the next day we received a beautiful card back. It made Angel so happy. One of the few times she was happy during that time. Ever since that day Bo has had a place in my heart.

~ Angie Shaffer

One of my favorite recent memories of Bo & Bailey is sitting on the sofa watching a Bailey family fave movie pick with them, chatting about essential oils & family. It was the nicest quiet afternoon. The movie was "Stick It" with a spunky female main character & I just loved Bailey instantly! Everytime I spent time with Bo it enriched my journey in some small way that I'm thankful to him for. Truly an old & loving soul shining from such beautiful eyes :)

~ Jen Baynes

My first memory of Bo was when he played at Daniels Restaurant with his band ORB. I remember how in awe I was of the insane talent that Bo, Cooper, and Owen all had. Much time has passed since then and I have had the pleasure of working with both him and his sister at Daniels from time to time too. The Oliver family is the strongest and kindest family I have ever had the pleasure of getting to know. The world is a slightly less kinder place without you Bo. We are all going to have to work twice as hard to fill the void your passing has created. All my love, fly free my friend. #BoStrongForever

~ Birda Fortin

One memory I have of Bo is when my brother had a cowboy birthday party and was dressed as a cowboy with the hat and everything and Bo is the same way and they go around with pop guns shooting everyone. ( I will find the picture! )

~Becca H

~ Rebecca Hendrickson

I have known Bo since kindergarten and we both had Mrs. Herman. I still have our class pictures from then where we were both so tiny and so full of hope and dreams. When I moved away in third grade me and Bo drew further apart but we were brought back together when we went to middle school at ELMS. Then in high school one distinct thing stands out. Every single time we would pass each other in the hallway I would say "hey Bo" and he would reply with "hey Kayla" and we would high five. This could happen 3 or 4 times a day between classes. It's the little things that people miss the most I'm sure.

~ Kayla Kress

Some of my fondest memories of Bo are the many week long visits he would spend with us at the farm. Although he was raised in Baltimore, he was 100% farm boy. He loved fishing, riding four wheeler, exploring the woods, unloading hay...well not so much unloading hay, but anything that involved being outside. We never had to find things to keep him occupied or schedule action packed days to fill the time. He was content with going to our local restaurant for breakfast, where he ordered the same thing every time "The Southern Boy" and watching scary movies every night. As soon as we would find out that he would be staying with us, the boys would start researching the latest scary movies...which brings me to one of my favorite memories. First off, I HATE scary movies!! However, I knew that when Bo came I'd be watching one...like it or not. One night we were all sitting super close together on the couch watching The Grudge, when out of nowhere Bo screamed!! This wasn't one of your manly, deep screams. It was the most feminine, high pitched scream I had ever heard. After the rest of us finished screaming from being startled at the noise we had just heard come from him, we just laughed. Every time we would tell the story, he would swear that it was only because he was the closest to the TV...sure Bo, whatever you say!! We are going to miss those long visits so much, are thankful for all the memories we are left with.

Aunt Krissy

~ Krissy Supplee

It has taken me some time to be ready to write on your wall Bo. I miss you, but I want to say thank you. You came into my life 4 1/2 years ago and help me through a painful, healing time. I don't know if you ever knew by allowing me to help you, you helped me heal from losing my mom.
Thank you for your smile and your sweet manners. Thank you for learning to call me Paula and not Ms. Paula (I am smiling as I type). Thank you for always putting your family first and having the biggest heart. Thank you for your talent and thank you for sharing those talents. Thank you for always looking out for my children and husband. Thank you for teaching me that human touch matters and that small things matter the most. Thank you for lighting up a room...

Thank you for being you.

It is never good-bye, only see you soon.

"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tussle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. "Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't.""
(the five people you meet in heaven)

~ paula silverman