18 months ago my Dad stood on front of a room of people at my 21st Birthday party and spoke very kindly of me and my limited achievements in 21 years. I had looked forward to returning the favour for my Dad’s 60th this year, but as things have transpired, it is today that I get to express how proud I was to be Willie Boyce’s Son.
As many of you know, I am not a man of few words, unlike my Dad, and therefore my words may never carry the weight nor the sincerity that they did when my dad delivered them with apparent ease. I struggle today to find any words true enough to describe a man who spent his entire life putting the interests of others above his own.
It is clear today, if it were ever in any doubt, as I look at how many people have turned up to pay respects to my Dad, as it has been all week when apparent strangers stop me in the street and tell me how wonderful a man my Dad was, that the world is a poorer place without him.
I was planning to give an example of exactly why this is the case, but anyone here today will have a story of their own, and for a life lived so true, filled with so many acts of random kindness and sustained by a relentless desire to care for other people, no one example seems appropriate.
The disease which eventually took Willie from us did not do it at once. Gradually, it stole many of things which made my Dad the capable man he was, but even this most complex of diseases with the most hopeless prognosis was powerless to change the essence of the man nor the qualities that truly defined him, right to the end my dad was the caring gentle giant he had always been, not an unkind word left his mouth.
For my family, the only comfort I can offer is that the suffering and the grief we feel today is ours; it is not Dad’s, for he is at peace. And the enormity of the void that my Dad leaves behind merely represents the great pride that must be yours Mum, for a man so complete, loved you so completely. And the immense privilege, Rebecca and Rachael that is surely ours, for a man whom it was an honour enough to have known, was a man, who above all else, was proud that we were his own.
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