Bree
Facing the third anniversary of Stephan's death (so difficult to type that word), the loss still knocks the wind out of me. I have come home to Sunol and Pleasanton after seven years in Sebastopol and I've been here for four months tomorrow. Being in "Stephan Territory" brings a fresh sting to my sorrow. Spending time with Neil and David has been a gift and I thank them so much for helping me get acclimated to a Sunol without Stephan. I'm not sure why, but this year, the images of him are so strong for us. Maybe enough time has passed that the possibilities in moving on are beckoning, and our hearts are taking a stand. No worries, hearts, we may breathe life back into our lives, but we'll never forget Stephan. Just picture him, and a memory will spring forward. The songs that remind us of him always will. The holidays will always bring out Stephan Stories. We miss you, sweetheart, so much. I miss you so much. And yet, I feel the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile. Your specialty. Rest in peace, dear one, and know you will always be beloved.