There are no words truly strong enough to honor the beautiful soul that was Steven Weber, Jr., yet I will try, because your life and your love deserve to be remembered.
You were a bright, undeniable light to everyone you encountered. You never met a stranger—only friends you hadn’t yet laughed with. You brought joy wherever you went, offering kindness, compassion, and a warmth that wrapped around people instantly. You made me cry from laughter more times than I can count, and you loved me in a way I had never known was possible—freely, deeply, and without hesitation.
You never came back up from those depths, and because of that, you never got to hear my answer to your proposal. But my answer was always, without question: Yes. Yes! A million times, yes! I will marry you. We never got the chance to hold each other and celebrate the beginning of our forever, because what should have been the best day of our lives became the worst in the cruelest twist of fate imaginable. You drowned.
I try to find comfort in knowing that, in those final days, we lived fully. We crossed off incredible bucket list experiences, soaking in every moment together. We were so happy—giddy, even—overflowing with gratitude and excitement. Those moments were real, pure, and filled with love, and I will hold onto them forever.
Just a couple of days before you died, you said something that now echoes in my heart. You told me you had noticed several cancer patients on the trip and realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience—something people dreamed of doing before they died. And then you said, “Here we are, in the prime of our lives, doing this. We are so blessed.”
Yes, we were. My perfect love. My angel. My soul. We truly were blessed. And I will carry the gift of the love we shared with me for the rest of my life. I believe with every part of my being that I will find you again, and I will marry you in the next lifetime, and the next, and the next—over and over, forever.
I love you more than words can ever express, and I always will.
Please pray for the family and friends who loved him so deeply. Please love each other while you can, as fiercely and fully as possible. I know that wherever in the universe Steven’s spirit now resides, he is doing exactly what he always did—giving love, spreading joy, and making people laugh. And knowing him, he’s probably already cracking an off-color joke, entertaining someone with a story about how he completely botched that proposal and somehow managed to be extra even in death.
Rest well, my sweet baby. Always know that you are forever loved.
