Still kicking myself for losing the power of speech when I met Steve. There was so much I wanted to say and I'd virtually rehearsed it
I wanted to tell him how, in the 70's I'd been given a small black and white photo of him in a tie-dye t-shirt from two people I used to babysit for, Bill and Jo Vincent, members of Odin (a folk group Steve was once a member of). I lost it while I still lived at home.
My father died in July this year, leaving us orphaned and me and my three sisters had to clear the family home. I really hoped the photo would turn up but it didn't. However I was thrilled to find my first holy communion rosary which was given to me by my mother. I pulled it out of the box and there at the bottom under the rosary was........not that photo but a very small picture of Steve that I'd cut from a magazine. Made me smile!
