Sometimes when I look at his picture I think that it all has been a terrible lie and that soon he will waltz in that door hot and sweaty from skating, asking me if we have anything to drink. But most of the time when I look at his picture I see my beautiful little boy who was transformed into a handsome young man that was taken from all of us far too soon. Stephen loved to make people laugh, and he was good at it. I know he would tell me not to cry any more and that laughter is the best way to remember him. I am trying Stephen!