Wednesday, September 23, 2015


Reprinted from the Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff Foundation page (Click Here) with a Post written by Jess.

"Happy Birthday!

Happy 38th Birthday! (Wow. That's old!).

Today would have been Steve's 38th Birthday and I am certain he would be doing something super fantastic to celebrate. 

Steve loved spending these special days with his friends (he had so many, how did he do it?) and finding the right balance between party and not-party.This picture was taken at Steve's last birthday. The big 3-0.

We went kayaking at Stinson Beach, CA. He wore his goofy glasses and I guess it was a little cold.

Steve was born on the first day of Fall and died on the first day of Summer. 

There something oddly satisfying (and I'm sure Steve's OCD would agree) about the the significance of the equinox and solstice in his life and its parallel meaning to the Earth. 

If the autumnal equinox represents balance, then the summer solstice was most certainly the day we felt our world come to a deafening halt on the longest day of the year.

Here we are. 
Another birthday. 
Another equinox. 
Another day. 
The SNWF is always looking for ways to celebrate Steve's life and your donations are one amazing way we get to do that. 

We get to give life to the days lost. 

Thank you to everyone who has given to the foundation and let's keep this momentum going for a very long time.-Jess"

You can donate your fully tax deductible contribution to the SNW Foundation at: CLICK HERE TO DONATE.


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.