He was only 11, and I was 10. I remember the day so vividly.
It's weird for me to be so sad actually after all this time, but yesterday I visited family and paid a visit to his grave. Also visited my aunt (his mum) and as a parent now, it became clear to me that you never get over the loss of a child.
Life should not be about burying your child should it?
RIP Steve.
xx