Sunday evening after the commemoration I spoke to my 6 year old daughter about Steven. She didn't know him so I started with saying that he was somewhat like Pippi Longstocking, thinking about his rebellious nature, inability to 'grow up' and his practical joke kinda humour. My daughter wanted instant proof of this bold statement and asked me if he slept with his shoes on or walked on the ceiling.
I answered that he most likely has slept with his shoes on on occasions and he most definitely had danced on my ceiling. I wish there was a space and time now to gather, cry, laugh and have a drink to Steve but there isn't yet so sharing stories, anecdotes, memories and feelings here is wonderful, also for that reason until we can dance on the ceiling for and with Steven's shining, loving and creative spirit and thank him for all that he's given us and will keep given.