Wednesday morning, we drove down to Glen Abbey in Bonita, CA to visit my brother Steve and his wife Sharilyn's gravesite. It was good to read some of Steve's life story and his philosophy of life as we sat at the curbside of area 17. It's hard to believe that it has been 33 years since that dark day, June 7, 1975, when they were headed back home after a great honeymoon when their lives tragically came to an end. It didn't make a lot of sense, actually quite senseless, but with God's grace we have been able to move on. The good news is that it wasn't a final goodbye for we will see each other again, when Jesus comes ... thank you, God!