Literally, I can’t even…
Last night we lost a good one. Terrence Boulden was a Virginia gentleman, loyal to his politics, Jefferson, Nixon, Prince, and most of all his friends.
To be his friend was to be his brother.
He strived every day to make a difference in the Republican Party and in Virginia. And every day he did that, little by little, from the work he did to just the conversations he’d just randomly start, to share a thought, pick a brain, just check in.
He hated tension. Far too often we dismiss people in politics who have friends across the spectrum as being a squish, or unable to say no, or unable to take a stand, or just not loyal. But that wasn’t Terrence. He genuinely just wanted everyone to get along. And when they couldn’t, when the knives would come out and his friends were in trouble, he’d be right there next to you, ready to go.
If you knew him, you probably loved him.
Terrence was a rare soul. Our loss is Heaven’s gain.
Miss ya, brotha.