This site has been built by Steve's mum.
Steve taught me all I know about website building, hosting and general internet stuff so what better tribute than to create one to his memory.
In 2005 I wanted to build a website, didn't have a clue how and Steve very patiently guided me through the process. We now have some very successful websites thanks to him.
Looking back I must have driven him mad with my endless questions especially as now I can see how daft they were!
But he never complained and how I will manage without my 'oracle' I don't know.
I will miss his gentle teasing when I didn't have a clue what to do. His patience as, like teaching a child, he guided me how to do things. His wink of 'well done' when I regaled him with my little triumphs.
I am finding it very therapeutic building this site. Finding the photos, talking about him. It helps my grieving process. Some might say it is morbid, strange or weird but I would say to them, when you have lost a child, when you have visited them in a funeral parlour and held their ice cold hand, then you will have the right to that opinion, until then ...... shush
I hope you find something of interest. Enjoy our shared memories and if you have any of your own do let us know.
The aim of the site is to bring all the information about Steve into one place.
You will find links to his YouTube with many vlogs.
He loved pranks and used his old man mask often, we will share those laughs
He was a keen geocacher and had his own site, come and share that interest
At 11.47 pm on 4th February 2012 the moment every parent dreads happened to us. A police officer knocked at the door to say that our son was dead.
He was a lovely policeman, not a nice job for him to do he looked so sad we knew straight away something terrible was wrong. I just begged "oh please don't tell us something bad" but he shook his head and mouthed "sorry".
It was the longest night of our lives as we clung together in shock and disbelief.
It had been a lovely day, lots of thick snow and we had commented that when Steve got back he would no doubt take the children sledging.
Life will never be the same but we will move on taking our memories with us. This poem brings us comfort, we hope it does you too.
Feel no guilt in laughter, he'd know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.
You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
He'd hope that you could carry on the way you always do.
So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared, The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
Let memories surround you, a word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,
That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here,
And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.
For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart
And he will live forever locked safely within your heart.