Stephan Doyle

Bree James

Everyday at least once, I check this site for new stories or anything added...it means so much to me that it's here. I sort of feel when I look at each area of the site, I'm visiting Stephan, but then, of course, the hurt is harsh that he's really gone from us.

I've been talking to my neighbor - who's a spare-time super carpenter - about fixing a problem related to my laundry room. The content of all that really isn't important. The deal is, though, that in order for him to do the work, I have to sort out the contents of my garage, toss or give away as much as possible and rearrange what's left in a way that takes up the least room possible. Being the possessor or varied and humongous collections of stuff, Stephan was a genius when it came to my garage. The last time he "organized" it for me, he filled the bed of the old Toyota truck once for the dump and once to take back to Sunol with him. Nobody can make me divest myself of things I don't really need the way Stephan did.

Ironic how this only reminds me of how very much he was needed. By me and by so many others. I miss him like crazy. Thanks for the special place to put this into words that might someone else who is feeling like I am.

Peace and Love, Bree