There is nothing so future shocking as the death of a loved one. While the world races on, and man continues his quest for knowledge and the technological tower of Babel, the memory of those who have gone on stays fixed in time, never moving, never changing. At times, their nearness seems to fade beneath the ever present squall of the machine of time. And at other times, their memory makes things like Twitter, Facebook and the iPhone seem inconsequential.
I would like to pause and take this moment to recognize my wife's younger brother Jed Bulla, who was killed in a car wreck 4 years ago today at age 17. His death is a constant reminder to our family of all that is important: each other. All the rest of it is just clutter.
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