Hal 1950-2025

Hey, you all. My husband Hal died at home from liver cancer at 2:45 AM on Sunday morning, March 23rd. I was holding his hand and talking to him, I heard his last breath. I’m so grateful. And so glad the suffering is over, mine and his. He’s with Mo and he gets to meet my dad. He’s with his mom and dad and his two sisters who went before him. I miss him so much.

His preferred death would have been a massive heart attack on the golf course or dying in a hail of bullets defending his family. This was not a fun death by any stretch and I'm furious that there is cancer in our world, that a cancer death is so traumatic, and that SO MANY people are sick with it.

Cancer is not a natural disease, not in God's original design by any stretch. It's a disease caused by man-made toxins. Don't even get me started.

Peggy and Brian (Hal's brother and his wife who we adore) were here for about 2 weeks, taking off work -- don't know what I would have done without them. Our son Ryan has been a rock, we are both so terribly, terribly sad missing Mo and Hal.

So many of you prayed and sent love, that was an amazing support. Lots of you in the healing world sent supplements, potions and tinctures along with brilliant advice -- I know so much yet you all introduced me to so many new healing ideas I'd never heard of! A friend loaned me her Rife machine, an FDN colleague did daily healings, another friend loaned me her Lexus SUV with a mattress in the back to carry Hal to any appointments and ER visits. I am blown away by your all's kindness and generosity.

I know Hal was healing. He was diagnosed 2/1/25 with his main liver marker at 717 (it’s supposed to be like 10). We started a natural protocol immediately and were considering chemo — Dr. Makis, one of the alternative docs using fenben/iver to heal cancer, was having great success with low dose chemo along with natural. Hal was too weak for chemo but our goal was to get him stronger.

After only 2 weeks, his liver numbers were down 150 points! We didn't get a chance to do another blood test but the swelling on his right side (from the tumors in his liver) was WAY down. If we'd had another 30 days, I know he'd be alive. But we discovered it too late and his body was already so broken by cachexia (muscle wasting). I think that was what made him too far gone for recovery.

He had not been feeling great for awhile, ditto me, but we chalked everything up to the overwhelming stress of the last 5 years: losing access to our grandchildren (we do have court-ordered visitation now), losing Mo, 4 years of Covid lies and discovering just how dangerous and powerful our government had become (and you know we've been awake since our first audit 30 years ago). All that along with a couple of other major personal stressful events that I can't talk about yet. It's been a difficult 5 years.

I know we are not alone in that. I see you out there suffering like we have been.

But it wasn't just stress, although that definitely played a role in creating his cancer. Looking back I can see that some of those signs were more than that and that if either of us had REALLY looked, we might have gotten a jump on it. I suffer terrible guilt about that, maybe we would have known sooner. I don't think there's any way around the guilt but a friend told me "just don't let it stick". I'm working on that.

Hal was a remarkable man in every way that made a difference. He was kind and generous, so smart and with a wonderfully skewed perspective on everything. He saw things differently and stood up for it. He told me that "the right thing to do is usually the hard thing to do" and he lived by that. And he loved me so big. I know he didn't want to go and that just kills me.

I was lucky to have him for 36 years, over half my life. I am trying to be grateful that it all happened so fast, mercifully and horribly quick, the suffering did not endure for long. I just want him back and to have those 30 more days.

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Hal’s Obituary

Harold Xavier “Hal” O’Boyle, age 75, of Salt Lick, Kentucky, passed away on March 23, 2025, surrounded by his family. Cancer was the thief. His preferred death would have been a massive heart attack on the golf course or dying in a hail of bullets defending his family. Alas.

Hal was born February 13, 1950 in Scranton, PA to Claude and Joan O’Boyle. He graduated from Tufts University and promptly escaped to Key West. After working various jobs, he started Island Advertising & Printing and hired his future wife.

After selling IAP, Hal’s pursuit of justice led him on a quest to be a stoic protector of the unprotected. He spent the next 2 decades as a consultant in the Tax Honesty Movement, putting the IRS in its place. He and his partner, Ed, earned an exceptional reputation for helping clients win against the evil Auntie Iris.

On February 2, 1991, he married Sally Richardson. They adopted two amazing sons and shared 34 years of loving, devoted companionship. Hal was a man’s man, a devoted husband and father, and grandpa to two extraordinary kids in whom he found his greatest joy.

Hal is survived by his beloved family: wife Sally, son Ryan, grandchildren Lake and Sam O’Boyle. Tragically, he was preceded in death by his son, Morgan, as well as his parents Joan and Claude and sisters Megan and Bridgid.

Hal is also survived by his brother and best friend, Brian and his wife Peggy, sister Molly and her husband Steve, brother Larry and many, many friends, cousins, nieces and nephews.

Known for his articulate and poignant writing, his quiet strength and quick wit, Hal was a kind soul who positively affected the lives of those around him. A memorial service was held at Newton’s Attic in Lexington, KY on Thursday April 10th. Cards and remembrances can be sent to Sally at 1619 Bypass Rd, Winchester, KY 40391.

Hal’s memory will be a beacon of light, hope, and peace and bring a smile to all who were fortunate enough to know him.

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.” Hal is deeply missed and lovingly remembered.