For Steph

Poem

Steph is like the sun, gentle light that touched everyone, warming even the coldest corners of our days. Steph is like a prayer, a quiet blessing in every small kindness, offered without asking for anything in return. Steph is like a laugh, the kind that cracked open the silence, leaving joy where sorrow had been. Steph is like a hug, arms that felt like home, reminding us we were never alone. She was the kindest person you’d ever meet— the one who remembered when you needed cheering, who gave more love than she ever kept for herself. Now she is like a candle flame in our memory, flickering but never fading, her warmth carried forward in all of us, her kindness a light we can still follow. And Steph is also the spark— sassy, spunky, and unafraid— the daring voice that reminded us life was meant to be lived boldly. She is the adventure we still chase, the laughter stitched into our silence, the light we find when the night feels too heavy. Though she has gone where we cannot follow, she remains with us— in every kindness we give, in every risk we take, in every sunbeam breaking through the clouds Until we meet again