OBITUARY

Alexander Walter Boyd

16 June , 19344 December , 2018

Alexander Walter (Sandy) Boyd – 1934 – 2018 of Vernon, BC

Passed away peacefully on December 4th, 2018 at the Vernon Jubilee Hospital with his loving wife Molly by his side.

Born in Victoria to Peggy and Cecil Boyd, he lived most of his life in Vernon, though 14 memorable years were spent in Whistler.

Sandy lived with passion and love for his family, friends and those that surrounded him. With a wry sense of humor and puns, he was a visionary, an entrepreneur, a cowboy, sawyer, homesteader and an eternal optimist, trusting that everything will work itself out.

Survived by wife and best friend Molly, daughters Heather (Keith), Susan (Eric), and Sandra (Eric), son Rob (Sherry). Predeceased by son Ian. Also survived by 11 grandchildren and two great grandchildren.

Funeral service will take place at 2:00pm, December 14 at the All Saints Anglican Church, 3205 – 27th Street. In lieu of flowers, donations would be appreciated to the All Saints Centennial Hall Repair. 3205 27th St. Vernon, BC V1T 4W8

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming: “Wow – what a ride!”

REMEMBERING

Alexander Walter Boyd

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Doug Sack

15 December 2018

During the winter of 1987-88, leading up to the 1988 Calgary Winter Olympics which was my first winter in Europe covering the CAST as sports editor for the Whistler Question, Molly and Sandy were also in Europe following Rob at races in Val Gardena, Italy and Val d’Isere, France and we were all having a night on the town in the Savoie Alps before the racing circuit shut down for the Christmas break. I think Molly, Sandy and Rob were staying over for Christmas in Europe somewhere but I was heading for Whistler the next morning and mentioned it was a 50-50 bet whether I would make it home. Sandy asked why and I told him I had blown all my cash partying and have never had a credit card (still haven’t at 72) which amazed him and he said, in his best cowboy voice: “Let me see if I’ve got this story straight. You’re bombing around Europe all winter with $5 in your pocket and no credit cards?” This was before the invention of debit cards and I just smiled and said “Yup.” He was aghast and said: “How are you eating?” No prob. Press rooms in Europe always have big buffets and my plane ticket was already purchased by the paper “so the only unknown is how I’m going to get from the airport in Vancouver to Whistler which is an easy hitchhike.” That was all he needed to hear as he pulled out his money clip and peeled off $200 saying “If you make it home you can pay me back in the Spring.”
“A sportswriter in need is just another cowboy indeed.”
Thanks, Sandy, and happy trails on that big ranch in the sky.

FROM THE FAMILY
FROM THE FAMILY