Boone Bradshaw Death, Obituary – After being involved in a terrible accident outside of his home near Abernathy, Texas, Boone Bradshaw went unexpectedly on January 9, 2019, just five days before he would have turned six years old. He was held by his father. Everyone who was around Boone was brightened and made joyful by his presence, but especially his doting parents, Sara and John Bradshaw. Boone joined his family through the process of adoption when he was just two days old. His selfless birth mother made the dangerous journey over the Rio Grande in search of a better life for the baby she was unable to care for herself.
She gave him up for adoption. Soon after, Boone was born in Midland, and he quickly became his parent’s greatest joy and source of life. Boone was one of those boys that loved being outside as much as possible. He found great enjoyment in researching different species and examining animal footprints. Two days before he passed away, he grew unhappy because his parents did not give him permission to use his knife to stab a coyote that had been caught in a trap. He had already run through one pony and was making progress on the second one. He had a natural talent for horsemanship and exuded bravery and comfort at all times.
He was an expert in dinosaur identification and had a lifelong fascination with the prehistoric animals. He was an excellent student who, over the break for Christmas, had picked up the ability to read sentences that were not too long. The day after that, he would have gone back to school, and he was looking forward to seeing his pals there. He was captivated by the story as well as the legend of D.B. Cooper, and he was able to recount the entire event, which took place approximately forty-five years prior to the time of his birth.
The most impressive aspect of Boone was his brilliant personality. He was a cheerful young man who was also friendly, sociable, and courteous. He was naturally inquisitive, compassionate, and charitable, and he had a laugh that was contagious. In addition to his skills in the kitchen, he was also an accomplished artist and storyteller. It was clear that he was prepared to leave his stamp on the world, but nobody could predict what that mark would be. A little, glistening white pebble that Boone found and brought home may be seen sitting next to the sink in their home. After telling his mother that she was more beautiful than the rock, Boone, ever the gentleman, gave it to his mother and told her to keep it.