My Super Son Jackson Otto Bos

Otto Bos my Mentor, My Father

            It is now more than twenty years since the summer Sunday afternoon we learned the shocking, heart-breaking news of my father’s death. It scarcely seemed possible that such a sunny, vibrant, delightful man—the very personification of youthful energy and zest for living—could have been taken from us without warning. All of us whose lives he touched were left with our own bittersweet memories of my father’s warmth, empathy, exuberant good humor, and his loyalty, integrity, and generosity of spirit. Each of us had our own different reasons to respect him greatly, both as a superb professional and as a superb human being. In my case, I had reason to be more grateful than I could ever express for a relationship that went far beyond family obligations and indeed so far beyond friendship.

            This is my son Jackson Otto Bos, named after my father; he is a small dedication to wonderful man who gave too much and lost his life at such an early age.   I miss you Dad and I hope your grandson makes you proud.