Today would have been Steve's 50th birthday. Instead, he'll forever be 47.
This is the first year since his death that I've stayed home in Richmond. The past two years I've gone to Italy. I don't know that it's more difficult or easier, it's simply different. But, damn, I can't get that man out of my head. Puts me in a New York state of mind.
Love you, baby. Always.
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