Ian’s Guestbook

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Name: Uncle Mark & Jager
Sent: 9/27/2010 11:00:00 AM

You are always on my mind, in my heart, and missed and loved so very much. p.s. you raised a spoiled brat

Name: Mom
Sent: 9/23/2010 11:21:00 PM

I love and miss you so much it hurts to breathe.

Name: Gary Boswell
Sent: 9/23/2010 11:16:00 PM

Thank you for visiting Ians-Journey.com. Ian's memory will always remain alive in the hearts of everyone who loves him. Thank you for caring, and for sharing.

Name: Ann Cammack
Sent: 8/11/2010 9:08:00 PM

"Love it! Love it Gary! Thanks for sharing... I think of Ian often especially this time of year. I remember when he would come to the Lorelei and you two would huddle up and talk. You would listen to each other so intensely. It's a sweet memory. I loved watching you be such a great dad. It was apparent from the expression on your face that Ian came first. God bless you and love to you both. Great picture Little Mama!"

Name: Jaimie
Sent: 4/12/2010 9:26:00 AM

The site looks amazing!!! Can't wait to see you guys! Love you!!!!

Name: Heidi
Sent: 4/12/2010 7:20:00 AM

love the Christmas pics you added.. My personal favorite the last one Gary reading to Ian in the santa hat.. precious.. Love you guys...XO

Name: Dad
Sent: 4/10/2010 11:25:00 PM

Even when Ian was quite small, he was enamored with the young ladies, and would often flirt with the waitresses from his highchair. He was encouraged by our friend Dave, who convinced Ian that he was a “chick magnet.” One October, when Ian was about four-years-old, Marcia held a Tupperware Party at our house and Ian and I needed to lose ourselves for a couple of hours, so I took him to the Indianapolis Children’s Museum Haunted House (lights on—for the little kids). I parked the car, and we walked down the sidewalk toward the museum. Crossing the street, we came up behind two women; an attractive young lady, and an older, plump woman—who well could have been her mother. Almost immediately, Ian said, “Dad, chicks.” Then, looking up at me, he said, “You can have the fat one.”

Name: Uncle Mark
Sent: 3/10/2010 8:10:00 PM

Aunt Jane. that wasn't oh shit, it was oh shit oh shit oh shit.