Elizabeth Stebner
I was lucky enough to know him. Every time I saw him, I felt a calmness and sense of acceptance that’s hard to put into words. He had been fighting for as long as I’ve known him, yet he never seemed afraid of the diagnosis he was given. He pushed past obstacles and lived far longer than anyone expected, all with quiet strength. Bless him.
No matter how he was feeling inside, he always carried a smile—one that showed both resilience and love. He was the kind of person who could make you feel cared for, even if you weren’t his own child. His presence was a gift, and his kindness left a mark on everyone who knew him. He will be deeply missed, but he will always be remembered with love.
