In Loving Memory Of My Son BRUCE ALLAN STITHAM Aug. 8, 1977 – June 21, 1998 You will never be forgotten. That was your father’s promise to you the day we buried you. We had that promise engraved on your stone. Dad is not here to keep that promise because he is up there with you. But as long as I, your mom; your brother, Sheldon; and your niece, Laciee, live and breath you will always live in our hearts, our lives and in our daily conversations. It is so hard to believe it has been 10 years since you left this Earth. My memories are as fresh today as they were the day you died. The empty space in my heart and life has never gone away. The loss and hurt is as sharp and clear as that first day I was told you would never come home and walk through my kitchen door with your grin and a “Hi! Ma!” or “I love you, Ma!, can I borrow your car?” or of you headed out the door with a fishing pole in your hand and a can of my fly spray hidden in your pocket, (that I would never see again). God, how I miss those little things and those days. Keep smiling down on us and keep Laciee safe always for us. I truly believe she is a little angel you sent to us to help ease the pain of losing you. She is the light in our lives. Thank you for her. Love you son, miss you always, MA
BRUCE ALLAN STITHAM
