May 27th

Happy Birthday son, although, it's another one you're not here to celebrate.  You would be 46 today and it's hard for me to imagine what you would be like by now.  For the last 18 years, my imagination and my memories are all I have of you.  I don't cry as often, today may be the exception to that, for I still miss you with all my heart and soul.  At the very least, you don't have to suffer anymore, at least I hope you don't.  Sometimes the very drudgery of this world drags at the edges of my conciousness and threatens to pull me into the depths, where depair and hopelessness rule supreme.  I hope that you have none of that, wherever you may be.  I hope that you have found peace and are happy.

I love you Stephen........