Saturday was the hardest day I've faced yet. I watched the casket close on my son, Steffon Stephens. A young man that was truly a light dimmed too soon. A loving, caring, respectful son. Always trying his best to put others first, even putting others before himself. Taking selfishly from everyone who loves him. I, his mother, am going to do everything I can to keep my son's name alive. His home going is still $8,000 away from being paid. I'm truly trying to find the strength, even the courage, to get back to work. My body is weak and weary. Trying to get back on track, but my heart is so broken.