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                  It takes a year
                  My doctor (friend) said
                  As I sat crying on her bed                
                  Stevie, six months had passed
                  Since your journey to heaven.
                  And my blood pressure had climbed to 227.

                  What happened to fun-loving Annette?
                  She asked me then
                  And why won't you come to visit me again?

                  Years have passed
                  Since that terrible day
                  You are no longer far away
                  Because I learned to make
                  A sort-of new start
                  And you, Stevie
                  Now live
                  Right here in my heart.

            P.S. Fun-loving Annette has never returned.

Stevie at age 3.
I saw Stevie for the last time at our family party on Christmas Eve, December 24, 2004. He is standing in the back row, wearing a checked shirt. Stevie, Maureen and my grandson Evan were leaving the next day for a cruise to Mexico. Stevie said he couldn't wait to go. While they were on the cruise, Stevie and Evan went jet-skiing and Stevie fell into the water. He climbed back on the boat, but said he couldn't catch his breath. He had a massive heart attack and passed away soon afterwards in a Mexican hospital. On the evening of January 2, 2004 I received a phone call from my grandson Matt (Stevie's older son who didn't go on vacation with them) telling me that his Dad was dead. I still cannot celebrate New Year's Eve or listen to this beautiful song.

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