I had a reoccurring nightmare last night that you were dead.
This morning, as it often happens when I awake, there are always a few seconds of hesitation for me where I think Steven is alive and my nightmare was just a bad dream.
Quickly I realize the agonizing reality that Steven is really dead, forever.
Today is Steven's birthday.
My son Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff would have been 38 years old today.
Most others don’t think about Steven anymore, but our family and some of his friends miss him every second, of every day.
I mourn what was, what could of been, and what will never be.
You deserved so much better my son, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Such fear in the darkness.
I am sorry that It was you
And Not me.
I will always love and remember you Steven.
Love, Dad.
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