This weekend my family gathered in Corpus Christi, Texas, to remember the life of my uncle Steven. He survived so much in life – most notably a gunshot wound to the head at close range when he was in his early 20s – but ultimately colon cancer was his chief nemesis, which also took my grandmother’s life. They are now resting near each other, both free from the immense pain cancer causes. I will never forget the way he communicated with the world, using his own phrases and finger spelling at lightning speed with my aunt Martha (equally amazing person), who then translated what Steven was trying to say. The world lost a unique form of human expression and language when we lost Steven. I have so many good memories of Steven, even though his life was cut short at the age of 54.
Steven, gentle giant, biker hippie, the sweetest uncle a niece can have, I will miss you.