Meet Warren Bowhall, a photo from his youth.
He and a traveling companion were our table mates for a week aboard the QM2. Warren, a gentleman through and through – witty, classy, impeccably dressed, debonair, well-traveled, loved life – a rare breed of man. The smile in the photo tells it all. From the first day I met him, I had a spiritual connection – spiritual not as in religious, spiritual as in meeting someone who shares a wild sense of humor, who can laugh out loud until the belly aches, spiritual as in connecting with someone who wants to know everything about everything and who isn’t afraid to try new things… isn’t afraid of failure.
Warren crossed the Atlantic some 50 times, would meet friends for lunch in Southampton, then hop back aboard the ship and return to New York. All for the joy of meeting new people, seeing the ocean at different times of the year, relishing in the formality of the voyage. He had planned a QM2 voyage in May. Sadly he didn’t live to take it.
He died in April at the age of 89, but he was 89 going on 49. He was as young at heart as any man I’ve ever known. We asked him once if he had any children and he said not that he knew of. He had cancer but you wouldn’t know it to see him. The twinkle in his eyes belied the pain he must have been enduring.
We didn’t learn of his passing until much after the fact so we didn’t attend any services back in April but I’ve been invited to meet some of his friends and hopefully get to hear tales from them of the dear sweet man he was.
I look at some people who spend their lives hating or who are always angry – angry at the world, angry at life – then you meet someone like Warren, who ran with life, ran like the wind. I hope I grow old happy, with that same twinkle.
Fittingly, Warren asked that his ashes be cast to the ocean from the QM2. I hope they give him a 21-whistle salute!! I salute him.