Stephen Alan Bulle

Stephen Alan Bulle, 23, passed away Nov. 12, 2005 at Stevens Pass of heart failure, doing what he loved, snow boarding.

He was born June 24, 1982, a son of Paul Allen and Linda Jeanne Carr Bulle.

Stephen grew up on Goss Lake, attending schools at South Whidbey.

He was an avid fisherman and snow boarder. He was determined to make one last run down the mountain. He was always planning for his next adventure and used his time wisely. He loved his friends and lived life to the fullest.

He is survived by his parents, Paul and Jeanne Carr Bulle; two brothers, Paul Jr. and Jeffrey; grandparents, LaVonne Carr Ellison and husband, Dean of Freeland and David Avery and wife, Dottie of Kansas; one aunt, Teri Leary of Freeland; one uncle, Alan Carr and wife, Anne of Vacaville, Calif.; cousins; and close friend, Justin Clark of Goss Lake.

Funeral service will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday, Nov. 17 at Visser Funeral Home in Langley. A visitation will be held one hour prior to the service. Interment will be in the Bayview Cemetery.

Donations, to help the family with expenses for Stephen, may be made at US Bank in Freeland.

The Song of the River

By WR Hearst

The snow melts on the mountain

And the water runs down to the spring,

With a song of youth to sing,

Runs down to the riotous river,

And the river flows to the sea,

And the water again

Goes back in rain

To the hills where it used to be.

And I wonder if life’s deep mystery

Isn’t much like the rain and the Snow

Returning through all eternity

To the places it used to know.

For life was born on the lofty heights

and flows in a laughing stream,

To the river below

Whose onward flow

Ends in a peaceful dream.

And so at last,

When our life has passsed

And the river has run its course,

It goes back,

O’er the selfsame track,

to the mountain which was its source.

So why prize life

Or why fear death,

or dread what is to be?

The river ran

Its allotted span

Till it reached the silent sea.

then the water harked back to the mountaintop

To begin its course once more.

So we shall run

The course begun

Till we reach the silent shore.

then revisit earth

In a pure rebirth

From the heart of the virgin snow.

So don’t ask why

We live or die,

Or whither, or when we go

Or wonder about the mysteries

That only God may know.