Dennis O. Boreen | Passages

Dad's gone, so it's not about him. It's about us and how he made us feel, how he left a wake of smiles with his humor, his positive energy and appreciation. He was down from Juneau with us only three years and wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but everyone who came in contact with him felt his workingman Buddha essence and glowed with it. I know I did, and feel blessed.

Dennis O. Boreen
July 5, 1916 – Nov. 1, 2010

Dad’s gone, so it’s not about him. It’s about us and how he made us feel, how he left a wake of smiles with his humor, his positive energy and appreciation.

He was down from Juneau with us only three years and wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, but everyone who came in contact with him felt his workingman Buddha essence and glowed with it. I know I did, and feel blessed.

Dad would enter MarketPlace, lean on his cart, gesture at the display of beer, canned peas, whatever, and say “Isn’t that beautiful.” And he meant it. The produce department took his breath away. He said San Juan Island was the most scenic place he had ever been, Friday Harbor “that beautiful little town.”

A Navy veteran, long hour Linotype operator and former owner of Consolidated Press in Seattle, Dad has transcended to “that print shop in the sky.”

Survived by his son, Jai; grandsons Jayson, Kels and Quin; great-granddaughters, Madrona and Sailor Greene; and step-great-grandson, Aaron.

— Family of Dennis O. Boreen