We Miss You Bo
Marjobo Harrell died in a motorcycle accident Saturday night. He lived a few doors up from Amanda and me in Tower Grove Heights. A little after 10:00 that night, we stopped and talked to him for a while on our way home from walking our dogs. Bo was seated on his motorcycle in front of his house, on his way to 609 in the Loop.
Around 11:00, he sideswiped a car on northbound Skinker near Lindell and slid under a moving Metro bus that was also traveling north. He was 34 years old. Funeral arrangements are still pending.
Bo was a great guy. When he asked how you were doing, you got the sense that he really cared. He was a firefighter assigned to Engine Co. 32 on Grand at Potomac. In the notes section of the block buzz book I put together, he listed the following: "Hobbies: motorcycling, traveling; Talents: singing, fashion merchandising; Interest: having a close knit neighborhood; Super powers: top secret." His brother ended up at our house late one night a couple of years ago, looking for a phone he could use while he waited for Bo to come home. He repeated over and over how proud he was of his brother, the firefighter.
by Brian Marston on Mon., Jun 21, 2004 at 12:43 PM
I really am just sick about it...the loss of a truly decent human being that is the definition of senseless, to me.
[Posted by amanda
on Mon., Jun 21, 2004 at 1:07 PM]
I THANK GOD FOR THE 10 YEARS HE GAVE US TOGETHER. "BO" AND I WERE VERY-VERY CLOSE AND I'LL MISS HIM DEARLY. I NOW HAVE THE COMFORT IN KNOWING THAT HE'LL NEVER SUFFER WITH ANY MORE PAINS THAT THIS LIFE OR HIS ILLNESSES MAY BRING. SWEETIE WHEN GOD CREATED YOU, HE CREATED A WINNER!
I LOVE YOU SWEETIE AND YOU'LL ALWAYS REMAIN IN MY HEART...
"THE PERFECT GENTLEMAN"
[Posted by ERVINA
on Wed., Jun 30, 2004 at 11:56 AM]
Bo...my sweet Bo. Words cannot express my heart's aching pains over this.. It feels like my soul has been ripped from my body. I find comfort in knowing that others remember Bo so sweetly. I thank God for the opportunity and the times we shared together, talking on the phone for hours at a time...I still remember vividly the day I met Bo at my uncle's event, charismatic Bo..you are truly something else Bo. You have truly left a legacy....It was only 2 weeks before you went up to be with God and his angels that you decided to stop in at my job to spend a few moments, and give me a long, embracing hug....I will cherish that forever....It was only 2 days before the tradegy that ripped you from my life that you sent me an e-mail.....and I promised that we'd have lunch 'next week'....but next week never came.....Next week never came and I am so sorry that I didn't take EVERY opportunity I had to spend with you. So sorry. It feels like my heart has been ripped from my body. I find comfort in talking with David everyday. He's trying hard Bo to be the strong one in the family now...but he's making it. I try to encourage him, make him laugh....You guys are a lot a like Bo..alot alike. I miss you so much, love you so much and know that you are looking down on me right now...saying "Babe, it's alright, I'm alright babe, you know you have to life life at it's fullest, and sometimes there are risks involved" I can hear you saying that Bo....even in this moment, if you could, you'd be comforting us...helping us try to fill the gigantic void that your presence has left us....It's hard Bo....I know you've heard me leaving the voicemails.....I had a big 'Bo' moment :-) last Saturday...I think the message was 4 minutes long....I was just really missing you. I love you.
[Posted by Anisha
on Tue., Jul 13, 2004 at 1:16 PM]