Of the many I've met in my life few embodied the spirit and sheer joy of this state of being as much as my dear friend Richard "Dick" Boers who died yesterday.
He of our loose and delightful Friday lunch social gatherings, the man who fought for beauty and life and art in Toledo. He left a legacy of hundreds of acres of riverfront parkland, thousands and thousands of shade trees and street trees, and his treasured Crosby Park (the Toledo Botanical Garden).
The friend who sent me birthday cards every year (addressed to "Mikey") and who shared hours on the telephone on all matters of design and beauty and life.
Toledo might not know what has been lost. I'm not sure I can fully comprehend what Dick meant to the very essence of all that he did for a medium sized swampy town on the banks of a grand river and the shores of a great lake.
I only know he touched so many people in positive ways and left a legacy of profound impact on thousands he never met and who still don't know his name.
In an era of out-sized egos only too eager to claim unearned credit reflexively, we had the blessing of a true humble man of real character who did great things with grace and class and touching tenderness.
He will fight no more.
God I miss him.