Brian Richard Boylan

You were a good Grandpa, and a good man. You progressed in life by innovating your environment, and by doing what your heart desired. In life you had achieved much, and in death you inspire.

I just found out we lost you, Brian. It was a shock. We had some good times, you and I. I only wish we could have had some more.

Rest in peace Brian. Our great dreams never quite blossomed.

Cousin Brian and I communicated by email. We only met once when I was a pallbearer at his mother's funeral at Arlington National Cemetery. Prior to my last trip to our grandfather's home in Ireland, he asked me to bring him a key fob with the head of St. Oliver of Drogheda. It was not available, but I took a photo of the head (which hangs in the church), framed it and sent it to him. He seemed to accept it instead of the fob.
We always clashed with his liberal and my libertarian...

I have met Brian only once when his older brother, Frank Boylan, who is my husband, took me to Minnesotta to meet his family way back 1984. I did not have much time to talk to him, but through the years, when he calls his brother, I always ended up talking to him more since his brother is either out or at work. We always have a good conversation, and I was very comfortable talking to him. He has such intellect and knowledge that you can talk to him endlessly. We will miss you Brian. I...

Brian, wherever you are, you gave more than you took. I miss your crackly voice and sharp criticism. You probably did more for everyone you knew than most folks will ever do. Recalling some theologic dialogue-I think you went North.

You will be missed.

Dr and Mrs Richard Greenwald

I met Brian while searching for an agent, and I found a friend. I heard about his daily life and his children and his health. I worried about him and cared about all of you through him. He was oe of the special souls of this world, which is far poorer for his loss.

Brian and I thought nothing of speaking over the phone two or three times a day; he was the one friend with whom I could be perfectly honest because nothing was too intimate for either of us to say. Ironically he was also the reason that I finally escaped from Minneapolis and returned home, having feared at one point that he really meant what he said about leaving for New York . . . as he continued to declare for decades.

Upon the death of his friend Bob many years ago, Brian...

You were the Father of my three beautiful children and I thank you for that, dear Brian.