The Headstone in a Cemetery Never Lies.Today
is the anniversary of the sixth year of an eternity in agony for all
of us, marking the horrific day, June 21, 2008, that you, Steven
Nathaniel Wolkoff, were cruelly killed at
the age of 30, your life brutally stolen from you, your family,
friends, me.
Steven died on the first day of Summer, it was 5 PM on a Saturday afternoon, same as today, exactly six years ago.
Oh how he loved the summer months and life itself. He was looking forward to it all, never realizing that his life would end that day in 2008 due to the negligence of others.
At
some moments in time, I reach a point where there is nothing else to be
said about the death of Steven.
Today is one of those moments.
I posted the other pictures above of my son Steven because they are some
of my favorite ones, and also he is so real, alive in them, and for a
second, he seems to actually be here.
I cannot believe that my son Steven lies buried in a grave so young,
me dreaming of things that he was and might have been.
I never have said the traditional Mourners Kaddish prayer for Steven because it's words are meaningless to me.
I have written my own Mourners Kaddish as a way to honor Steven, and I usually post it every year at this time, thereby testifying that Steven left
behind worthy descendants, people who will always remember that he lived.
These sentences speak directly to Steven, because his pain and loss need to be
honestly described in real words that accurately reflect my true
feelings.
STEVEN NATHANIEL WOLKOFF'S MOURNERS KADDISH
Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff, Shmuel Nacham Ben Yaakov, (Samuel Nathan, Son of Jerry).
September 23, 1977- June 21, 2008
I am sorry that you are dead.
I am sorry you suffered so painfully, on that awful day, as you fought to stay alive.
I am sorry for the agony you felt, I see it in your eyes, face, and body
from the horrific evidence photos. I see and feel it in my endless nightmares.
I am sorry for the fear, terror, unimaginable pain you felt in fighting
for your life, as they killed you.
I know the truth of your courage in being able to fight so bravely.
I am sorry for you because you were not killed by accident, but instead
by the senseless, stupid, careless, actions of so many others who
could have saved your life, but instead, each in their own way,
miserably failed you that day, never realizing or even considering
taking responsibility, or accountability for the consequences of their
actions, inaction's, indifference, and incompetence.
I am sorry you died not due to fate, nor randomly, but were instead
killed by the cascading chaos of connected, dysfunctional, defective
entities and others, all who caused your preventable death.
I am sorry that you died because of the 21 year old drug impaired driver speeding out of control into your car. His danger to you not in his thoughts, but mostly I think he just didn't care about the effects of his irresponsible actions.
I am sorry about the inept, licensed, qualified, medical first
responders who had no idea, not a clue, of what they were doing
medically to you as they killed you. They have no consciences and lied to hide how they murdered you in cold blood.
I am sorry for you, that so many corrupt, ugly cowards of evil, who
have evidence of the truth, but have no
conscience to speak up, remain silent, lie, omit, refuse to come forward
to admit their responsibility in covering up the true facts
that all contributed to killing you.