Steven was a great teacher to his doctors, therapists and teachers. His soul is old and wise. He was the center of our universe, but we didn’t realize just how very important he was to all the people in his life, from caregivers to bus aide, until after he died. To this day, people contact us or react to what we post on Facebook on his birthday and anniversary of his death, with stories and anecdotes about him, which we always love to hear. He is definitely not forgotten. We believe in the afterlife, and feel that energy from such a dynamic being like Steven stays with us. He makes use of it, showing us his pure and strong love and presence every day, and in our dreams. He was born on a Thursday and died on a Thursday. In poem, Thursday’s Child has far to go, but he never goes far from us.

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