My first born son Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff was born on September 23,1977. He was horrifically killed by the negligence and indifference of others at the age of 30 on June 21, 2008.
Today, September 23, 2012 is Steven's birthday, he would have been 35 years young today. Instead he is dead and there will be no birthday cake or candles for him to celebrate.
The only candle lit will be the perpetual candle that burns forever in the front window of my home. I will also light a Yahtzeit candle which is supposed to be used only to mark the anniversary of a death. I will light it anyway as a memorial to the memory of his life.
Those whose evil acts killed Steven, those who stole his young life from him, those who have prevented justice to be given for the taking of his life, those who have tried to erase that Steven ever lived, those who cruelly tortured, caused him to suffer pain beyond ones imagination, those who desecrated his body, those who have deliberately lied or remained silent in telling the truth in order to protect their jobs, you are all guilty, and one day will be judged by what you have or have not done.
Today as every other day I mourn the loss of my son Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff, all that he was, and all that he could have been. I miss you so very much Steven and there is so much for us to share with each other that can never happen.
Your family will never forget you and we continue to be left stunned and grieving that we will never see you ever again.
I am sorry that there is no way for me to ease your pain and release you from the eternity of death. All I can do is kiss you good night for another year my son Steven.
I love you. Dad
