This memorial website was created in the memory my son, Stephen Nicholson who was born in Atlanta, Georgia on August 31, 1986 and passed away on December 02, 2004 at the age of 18. He was a victim of suicide done by using a shotgun to the head. I will remember him forever. He was a loving and giving son. We had great adventures together!
Stephen loved to be outdoors. When he was little his natural sport was baseball. As he got older his older brother Oliver got him into soccer. He was a first rate soccer player and goalie. He played on the Y Select soccer team, The Rangers until 2004. I cannot tell you how much fun we had going to soccer games and tournaments. I miss that quite a bit. When he got his learner's license he drove me and that was nice. He was a natural at all he did in sports. I think now he is throwing a ball with his step-dad Mike, who died in 1992 after a liver transplant and teaching Mike to play soccer. Who knows?
Stephen was loved by old and young alike. He loved playing Rook with my friends whether I was with him or not. He would go hunting with some of my friends and they loved to take him. He killed his first deer in McCayesville on my grand-father's farm while hunting with friends Grant and Nate. He was so excited. He called me. "Mom I killed my first deer!" He called everyone to tell them.
Stephen for most of his life was very active at St. Catherine's Episcopal Church. He was on the Youth Council and was active in Sunday School. He had a great group of friends there and his pictures are all over their web site as well as their walls. I see him everywhere there. They have always been a very loving and caring community for us.
He was always so gentle with the little ones, they loved him. Rylea, Bren, Amber and Christopher will miss him. They loved to jump on the trampoline with him swing with him or just play with him. His newest nephew RJ did not get to know him for long. But I hope Stephen can see him grow up from Heaven.
He loved to fish and would go to the pond in our neighborhood whenever he could or up to the lake to fish. He would spend hours doing that. I picture my son there all the time. He was patient with the younger kids in the neighborhood when they wanted to play with his minnows or worms. He let them. He loved to take his neices and nephew with him to fish.
Stephen's favorite place to be and fish is the boat ramp at Ocracoke Island. He would spend hours there till 2 or 3 in the morning fishing. That is where he always seemed to be the happiest. We hated leaving there! One year he won the North Carolina State fishing tournament certificate for catching a 35 lbs Mahi Mahi on the Gecko going out of Hattaras that year! We always took one of his friends with us when we went. We loved to stay at Edwards of Ocracoke. Brian Quinn went the first year. Grant went the second time and Jeff has gone with us the last two times we went. Those guys love it there too. They were some great friends.
We have spread his ashes now on Ocracoke Island, as of June 2006. Rylea boogie boarded and Bren just rolled around in the waves with him, before they let him go. Bren and I also made a sand castle and put him in it. I know he smiled as he watched us do these things.
I guess the hardest thing for those of us left behind is that Stephen did not let anyone of us know that he was in trouble. We regret that having seen how we help each other and being a part of helping others that he chose to die rather than let us help him. We will always wonder why?
We know that drugs, Crystal Meth and such to be exact, had entered his life in about September or October 2004 and that he was trying to get off of them without letting any of us know that he had done that. His brother Chris was an addict to that stuff when he was younger and is my miracle these days. He has been straight now over 4 years. I am so proud of him! But Chris tells me trying to get off Meth without help is what killed Stephen.
I love you and I miss you Stephen, So do your brothers, Oliver and Chris and their families, Heather, Rylea, Bren, RJ, Amber and Christopher.
AH memories / Marilyn Whitlow (Friend)
I was looking over the photos and saw the pictue of Stephen rolling your house. I remembered that night, when we stuck "feminine products" all over stephen's room, it made me giggle. I just thought I'd share, and let you know I still ...
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Stephen Paraprased it I just found it looking through the console of my car. Romans 8:38 & 39 Stephen's version:
I believe that nothing that has happened nor anything to come will seperate me from Jesus and His love.
Romans 8:38 and 39:
For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
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