Todd Brown

It's been 2 years and I still don't know what to say or how to live without you. Every holiday I call you crying, missing you. You were my rock, my advisor, my uncle Todd. I will never forget the day I asked if I could call you that and how wide you smiled and how tightly you hugged me. Or going over to you when you were working at football games and introducing you to my friends. I miss or late night talks about life, sitting on the couch and binge watching American Idol or So You Think You...

Jim, Judy and family, I am so very sorry for your loss. Sending prayers of strength and comfort.

I knew Todd from his longtime friendship with son, Jason. They, along with their friends, were quite a team. Whenever I ran into Todd, he was always pleasant and thoughtful. I felt he had a talent for communicating, whether a few insightful words or a gesture. My strongest memory of Todd was at Eric Keeslar's funeral, at his burial site. I was with daughter Shauna, walking to the top of a hill. She was behind me, with friends, so I continued my slow journey upward--alone. Todd, already...