On the eve of what would have been Stephen's 23rd birthday, I find myself reflecting on the time I did have Stephen in my life. I can remember every moment of his birth and I can remember every moment of his death,it is the events in between that are fuzzy and get blurred in emotion and mixed feelings. Don't get me wrong, I cherish all the memories I have; both good and bad, because they are what I cling to when I miss him so much it hurts to breath. Today I am filled with a sense of overwhelming love and peace. I miss him of course, but I know our paths will cross again, and I know that He knew with out question that I loved him with all my heart. Happy Birthday Punk! I love you.
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