Stephen’s Story

We miss you. We love you. 🤍

We keep thinking about the wee boy you were — that cheeky smile, that soft heart, the way you lit up a room without even trying. We see so much of you in your nephews, in the little things they say and do, and it stops us in our tracks every time.

Some days it’s just deep, unbearable sadness that you’re not here with us. Other days it turns to anger — anger at how hard your last years were, at the people who made your life difficult or turned their backs on you… only to show up in your final days to mourn.

Two weeks without you and it still doesn’t feel real. We carry you with us in every second, every breath. Always loved. Always missed. 🤍