Stephen Michael; 29 years of life
This is Stephen in a nutshell; fun-loving. The first day of kindergarten, he had to stay in for recess for talking too much. He loved school – but for the social part. I never got a bad report card for him but nearly every teacher would comment “talks when he should be listening”. He loved sports; playing baseball, basketball, football and soccer. But as he got older, he gave up organized sports; practice time put a serious crimp in his social life. He preferred to hang out with friends.
Stephen was a natural born salesperson. He could make anything sound plausible. His charm and his smirky smile were legendary among his friends and family. He had a high pitched giggle that he would let loose when something really hit his funny bone and his laugh was contagious.
Stephen LOVED Christmas. From the day he was old enough to get out of bed on his own, Christmas morning would begin around 4:00 a.m. He used to pinch his baby sister to wake her up so we’d all be forced to get up with him. Even when he was in his twenties, he was the first one up, usually before dawn, waiting for the rest of us to drag ourselves out of bed at the first crack of daylight. (At least he stopped pinching his sister!) No matter what his work load was or how bad the weather was, he always made it home for Christmas. He would sit on the couch after our family tradition Christmas Eve dinner of crab legs and sigh contentedly. He was so happy to be home and be a kid again during the brief holiday break.
I am still waiting for a sign from him. Something to tell me he is happy. Something to let me know he forgives me for not being there for him during his final days. I know he loved me. And I know he knew I loved him. Death may have separated us physically, but as long and I can hear his giggle in my head he’s still with me.