Remembering Steven

Remembering Steven
Our Arizona visit in 2019.

Four years ago today, my middle brother Steven passed away. The post of that time is here.

Undergrad graduation

Steven wrote me long texts everyday, and there is no emoji he didn't love. So for this year's tribute, a message in pictures.

Steven was known for his 🚬 smoking, quickπŸ”₯ temper, 80's πŸš”πŸ§”(There's no emoji for "moustache"!), and his love of πŸ₯Άβ„οΈπŸ˜πŸ’–πŸ€―πŸŽ„πŸ‘πŸ’€πŸ™ŒπŸ«ΆπŸ€πŸ›€πŸ›Œ in very long text messages.

I miss him. The 😒 πŸŒ’ and πŸŒ–. Today I can remember him and πŸ˜† at a memory. A few πŸ—“οΈ ago, the πŸ€”πŸ’­ of him brought 😭.

Deep 🧑 can bring deep πŸ’”. It continues to be worth every ⏰.

Grad school graduation.
Keeping me safe in the wheelbarrow.
With George before the move to Arizona in 2017.
Our wedding 1995.
Steven loved his fish head cane, but loved Baby Buster more. πŸ₯°πŸ˜’😘