We gather here today to honor the memory of our friend, Web Log.
That was his birth name.
Most knew him simply as Blog.
Blog’s life was tragically cut short at a very young age. I’m saddened to say, he never really hit his stride or had the chance to grow up to enjoy what might have been his prime.
When Blog was born he was full of hope and vigor. He dreamed of being an educator. He loved having an audience, though our friend Blog had to settle for a very small one.
Those of us who knew Blog well, knew he was not a patient man. Though many admired Blog because he was a self-starter, he was often cautioned about rushing into things.
I suspect if Blog were here today, he’d tell you he would have been wise to have been more deliberate about planning.
Again, though we honor Blog’s spirit, like all of us, he was deeply flawed.