One year ago an eclectic community of people were brought together, mourning the loss of a friend, a brother, a son and an inspiration.
Death is rough…that much is painfully obvious. I will not say it’s harder when it is someone so young. I will not say it’s harder when the culprit is a relentless and unfair disease. I will not say it’s harder when it claims the life of one of the only genuinely nice and giving people I have ever known. No matter if you lose a grandparent or a child, every life is miraculous and every loss a devastation.
One year ago a talented musician and artist lost his fight with liver cancer. For that, and for more reasons than there are stars in the sky, my heart is heavy this morning.
Today I will make sure to tell my family (and chosen family!) how much I love them. I will set every Beatles album I own on a loop and I will remember Stephens sweet smile, which happens to be my absolute favorite memory of him.
Cheers to you friend! I haven’t forgotten that breakfast you promised me! I hope you have it ready when I get there one day, I bet I’ll be famished. 🙂
September 15, 1976 – February 24, 2009