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Steven Joseph Amato

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Dec. 20, 1973 -- Aug. 7, 1993

My Dearest Steven,

    Sometimes if I listen very carefully I can still hear your voice and it's so clear it's as if you are standing right behind me.  I never got to say good-bye to you or to tell you how much I loved you and how proud I was of you.  When you died I not only lost a son but I also lost my best friend.  I don't know how I have survived without you and Matthew.  The pain at times is so great that I feel like I can't breathe.  At times it hurts too much to remember and then at times I am so afraid that I will forget.  The thought of never seeing you again or talking to you again is unbearable.  I will never go to your wedding or hold your newborn child.   There was still so much left for you to do.  I watched you grow from a little boy into a man that anyone would have been proud to call their son.  As I watched you walk on stage in your uniform as you graduated from Boot Camp I had tears in my eyes and I wanted to stand up and tell everyone around me that the fine young man standing on stage was my son and how blessed I was that God had chosen me to be your mother.  I am thankful for the 19 years that we had together but somehow that just doesn't seem to be enough.  A big part of me died along with you and Matthew.  I know that you are together again and I am counting on you to teach him all the things that I didn't have a chance to.  Well, my dearest Steven, please never forget how very much I love you and one day we will all be together again and then when I hear your voice and turn around you will be there.

All my love,

Mom

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