Every night around nine o'clock I sit on my porch alone. Quite time for just me. Every night I see one lone star shinning brightly in the darking night sky. I think that that star is Stephen some how checking up on me. I wonder if he is happy about the choice I made on his behalf. I so long for that last conversation, so that I KNOW he is okay and not in any pain and that he is feeling no more sorrow.