Bob,

You have shown yourself to be a friend in the very deepest sense of that
word, and Soyong and I are grateful for the bulletins, even though they make
us terribly sad. But there is always hope. Last year, my mother went through
3 strokes in a week, and the doctors all but encouraged my brother and me to
ask for her to be given sufficient morphine to send her over the edge and
end her suffering. We did not, and today she is living happily in a great
home, albeit with severe physical handicaps. So let's not give up hope.

But if there is to be a eulogy, here is our contribution. We hope it never
gets printed:

There are many things in this world that give cause for great sorrow, but of
them all, none is worse than the loss of a loved one. This is particularly
true when an individual is snatched away at a relatively young age, and
those older are left behind to wonder why.

We only met Jeff once, in Cozumel, but we wish we had been given the
privilege of getting to know him even better, for he was an exceptional
person. Unassuming, humble and good-natured, generous and level-headed,
intelligent and friendly. Superlatives flow freely among his friends when
the talk is of Jeff, and the world will be a poorer place without him, and
people like him.

Jeff's time in this world was not always care-free. He battled many demons,
real and imagined, and in keeping with his humble character did not share
his troubles with many. Would that he had, for he might have been spared
some of his sufferings.

He was the embodiment of Rudyard Kiplig's famous poem "If":

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Jeff leaves behind friends in literally every corner of the world, all of
whom are poorer for the loss. But none will grieve as much as the family he
leaves behind. To them, we say: Jeff accomplished a great deal in his short
life. His actions impacted thousands of people, whether through his work or
his tireless efforts to sustain communities of people spread across the
globe. And his legacy will live on in those communities, who will remember
him for this: He made a difference!



Soyong and Bjorn