“My son was a preemie and was 3 pounds at birth. He loved star wars and playing (toy) guns when he was a child. His love of guns followed him. I always hated them. After his dad died, Steven picked up his father’s love of tinkering with cars. When Steven passed, he left behind his 1970 F150 that I signed over to his sister. It’s her prized possession now.
He was an awesome young man and my pride and joy. He is missed every moment of every day. He was a hero to me.”