In Loving Memory of Paris
A SOUL FOREVER ADVENTURING
November 9, 1984 - April 2, 2025
Paris Arthur Bosserman was a beacon of light in this world—an adventurer, creator, and friend to all. With salt in his hair and a camera in hand, he chased beauty across oceans, mountaintops, and city streets. He lived without fear, loved without limit, and left behind a legacy of art, music, and kindness. Though he's sailed on, his spirit remains in every wave, every melody, every brushstroke. We miss him deeply, and we celebrate him fully.
Paris the Mariner
Born in Wahiawa, Hawaii, the ocean was more than a place Paris visited—it was part of who he was. A true mariner, he sailed thousands of miles under open skies, chasing sunsets and stories across endless blue. Whether navigating through storms or calm seas, he carried a quiet confidence and deep respect for the power of nature.
His sailboat “Ender” wasn’t just a vessel—it was a floating sanctuary, a 2002 Beneteau 361 and an extension of his spirit. On the water, Paris found freedom, clarity, and connection. He often said the sea taught him more about life than any classroom ever could: to live in the moment, adjust the sails when the winds change, and always keep moving forward.
Out there, he was at peace. And now, part of him lives forever in every tide that rolls in.
PARIS THE MUSICIAN
Music wasn’t just something Paris did—it was a part of who he was. As the bass player for Love Hate Hero, he helped shape the band’s identity with raw passion, presence, and creativity. But his talent went far beyond the stage. Paris could also play guitar, and he had a gift for writing music with others—helping bring out the best in every song, and in every collaborator.
He didn’t need the spotlight—he was most alive when he was creating. Whether co-writing with other artists, layering ideas in a studio session, or casually jamming with friends, Paris brought a sense of fun, freedom, and heart to the process. His musical contributions weren’t just technical—they were emotional, thoughtful, and often the missing piece that pulled everything together.
Touring with Love Hate Hero took him across the country and into the hearts of fans and fellow musicians alike. He loved the travel, the community, the energy of live shows—but even more than that, he loved the connection music created between people. He could bond with anyone over a shared love for a riff, a lyric, or a new sound.
Off tour, music remained a constant thread in his life. Paris was always writing, listening, discovering something new. He had a deep appreciation for all genres and sounds—and an open ear that welcomed collaboration and experimentation.
Paris wasn’t just a musician. He was a maker—of songs, of stories, of moments that meant something. And while his bass may be quiet now, the music he helped create—and the memories tied to it—will always echo in the hearts of those who knew and loved him.
Paris the Scout
Before he was a sailor, a musician, or a builder, Paris was a Boy Scout—wide-eyed, curious, and always ready for the next adventure. Scouting wasn’t just an after-school activity for him; it was the beginning of a lifelong love for the outdoors, for working with his hands, and for being part of something bigger than himself.
Those early years taught him how to start a fire, pitch a tent, and read the stars—but more than that, they planted the seeds of resilience, resourcefulness, and camaraderie. Whether he was helping a friend tie a knot or leading a group through the woods, Paris found joy in the journey and purpose in the practice.
It’s no surprise that he grew into the kind of man who could fix anything, navigate a sailboat through open water, or build a home from the ground up. The Scout’s oath—to be prepared, to help others, to seek truth—stayed with him always.
Looking back, you can see the throughline. The same kid who once earned merit badges for wilderness survival became the man who felt most at home in nature, under a canopy of stars or the spray of the sea.
Paris the Visionary
Paris had a mind for possibility. Where others saw trends, he saw trajectories. Where most people hesitated, he leaned in—with curiosity, confidence, and a knack for knowing when to make a move. He had an uncanny financial intuition, the kind you can’t teach. It wasn’t just about making money; it was about understanding value, seeing potential, and helping others do the same.
Long before it was mainstream, Paris believed in Tesla—not just as a company, but as a symbol of innovation, change, and a better future. He followed the tech, the mission, the momentum. He didn’t just invest; he believed. His excitement was contagious. If you’d ever had a conversation with Paris about Tesla, you probably walked away half-convinced to buy stock—or at least a car.
But Paris’s financial acumen went far beyond one company. He could sell anything, and not in the slick, pushy way—he sold through passion, knowledge, and trust. Whether it was a surfboard, a real estate opportunity, or a random garage sale find, he knew how to make people want what he was offering. He had an easy charm and a deep understanding of people—what they needed, what they valued, what would make their lives a little better.
And he was generous with what he knew. Paris was always giving advice—on stocks, crypto, side hustles, budgeting tricks, business ideas. If you asked, he’d light up, pull out a napkin, and start sketching a plan. If you didn’t ask, he might bring it up anyway—because he wanted the people he loved to thrive.
He believed in smart risks, long games, and staying curious. More than anything, he believed that success wasn’t just about numbers—it was about freedom, creativity, and being able to chase the life you actually wanted.
Paris the artist
Paris had a unique way of seeing the world—honest, observant, and full of heart. Of all the art forms he explored, contour drawing was his favorite. He loved its simplicity, the way it demanded focus and presence. No erasing, no second-guessing—just one continuous line, capturing what was real in that moment.
His sketchbooks were filled with fluid, imperfect portraits—faces, hands, shapes—that felt more like feelings than images. To Paris, art wasn’t about perfection. It was about connection. And in every line he drew, he left a piece of himself—curious, thoughtful, and always paying attention.
PARIS THE FRIEND
Paris had a gift for friendship—the kind that didn’t just happen, but was made with care, intention, and heart. To know him was to be welcomed into a space where you could be yourself, laugh a little louder, and feel a little lighter. He had a way of making people feel seen, understood, and valued, no matter where they came from or what they believed.
He was the friend who’d show up at your door with coffee and an idea for a spontaneous road trip. The one who’d stay up late talking through your dreams, your doubts, your wildest plans. Paris listened with genuine curiosity, offered advice when you needed it, and stood by you through thick and thin. He didn’t judge—he just cared. Deeply.
His friendships weren’t limited by time or distance. Whether you met him once on a beach or knew him for years, Paris made you feel like you mattered. He remembered the little things, celebrated your wins, and held space for your losses. He had this rare ability to turn a moment into a memory, just by being present.
Paris connected people, too. He was the common thread in so many lives, introducing friends from different worlds and watching new bonds form. He believed in community, in shared experiences, in lifting each other up. His circle was wide, his heart even wider.
Even now, his friendships continue—living on in stories, laughter, and love. If you ever called Paris your friend, you knew a kind of loyalty, kindness, and joy that’s hard to find and impossible to forget.
We carry that with us. And in every new friend, every act of kindness, every shared adventure, his spirit lives on.
