I only met Steve and his wife, Kelly, a few years ago. Steve was a childhood friend of Carl’s. Steve and Kelly live in Amsterdam but would come to Antrim, where Steve grew up, every summer. We made a habit of getting together with them for an annual dinner, to catch up.
I can’t believe he is gone.
Though not. Never. His is an energy that never dies. His is a power and devotion to cause that I will carry in my heart. I printed out a photo of him. He will sit on my desk to remind me why we must keep fighting for what we believe in, with love not hate, with bravery not fear.