Rev. Boyd H. MAY Jr.

Laura,
I am so sorry to hear of the passing of your Dad. You and your family are in my thoughts.

Bitty Cook

May the peace which comes from the memories of good times and love shared with Uncle Boyd, comfort you now and in the days ahead. Our thoughts and prayers are with you always. Please let us know if we can do anything to help you and your family.

Love,
Jim, Robin, Aubree, Beau, and Carrie Foust

You are in our thoughts and prayers and are sorry we are not able to travel to Richmond to be with you.

Love,
Jean and "Chubby" Foust

You are all in my prayers. I will always remember the days I shared with Boyd as fellow pipers. They are truly some of my happiest days. He couldn’t help but to bring smiles, peace and joy to all of us. I will miss him dearly. Boyd, Heaven is blessed to have you as one of their new pipers…remember, “Hold the holds and cut the cuts!”

Maury and I feel grateful to have known Boyd. We will remember always his gentle and courageous leadership in the church community. Please accept our heartfelt condolences for your loss.
Love,
Gail

Dear May family,

Our thoughts and prayers are with each of you at this time. Dr. May was a dear friend and we carry so many wonderful memories of him in our hearts. God bless you.

Love,
The Commins family

Laura,

I am so very sorry and have all of you in my thoughts and prayers. I have so many fond memories of your dad especially when we worked at the clinic. He was a dear person and I loved him lots.

Much love,
Michele

Boyd was a kind and loving man.
He will be greatly misses by his friends and family at HoCo.

Dear Aunt Pat, Susan, David, Laura and Tom- I write with a heavy heart as I think back on all the wonderful times our families have shared together. The warmth and kindness extended by your family to ours over the decades has has left indelible marks on me that will never be forgotten. I will never forget the thrill of serving as an acolyte at your dad's ordaination. Just to have been included that day meant so much to me. Also, the memory of summer vacations together, playing GI Joe with David and spying on the girls. In the summer of 1988, as we were transitioning to Richmond after losing my job on Wall Street, there was never any hesitation when I asked if I could stay for some time. The answer was "of course." The constant denominator to all of these memories is your dad, a rare, cultured man who loved the arts and sciences. Your loss is great and I feel pain for your pain. Our thoughts and prayers are with you in this difficult time. I love you all.