Birth date: Sep 28, 1966 Death date: Sep 5, 2015
Steven T. Franciosi Passed away suddenly on Friday, September 5, 2015, at his home in Cherry Hill, NJ. Born in Cherry Hill, Steven was 48 years old (9/28/66 – 9/5/15). Beloved son of Dr. Ralph and Adrienne Franciosi and loving bro Read Obituary
It's been quite a while since I posted on your wall but it doesnt mean I think of or miss you any less.
I swear, every once in a while you pop up on my gps, as if I am being directed to you even though you are no longer there.
Obviously in all this time, I have yet to delete you from my gps, or even my phone. Your gone I know, but doing so makes it more final and I havent yet gotten there nor am I able to believe I ever will.
The New Year comes in with this old heartache thats hurts as much as when it was new.
Drive by your house everyday! Sometimes I just breakdown. Love Joyce and Jonas stories and memories!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVEN!
It's raining today- how appropriate. Even the heavens know how many tears are still shed for you. We always had fun when it rained so for me the rain is a symbol, and very welcomed today. I'm still honoring what I said a long while back- no matter how old we get, there should always be cake on our birthdays.
Here's to you my friend!
You are dearly loved and deeply missed!
Steven..... I cannot believe it has been a year already since you left. How could time go so fast when the days seemed so long with my dear friend being gone? You use to laugh when I said we were like 'Will & Grace'. I know you never really watched that show but I am sure you get it now and instead of laughing at me, you are laughing right along with me. That was us, genuine friends through and through. This is still too unreal to me.
My life has forever been changed since I met you, and again, since you left.
You are dearly loved and deeply missed!
Joyce
Six Months Ago Today....
It has gone so fast and even though it seems like yesterday you were here, the times also seem so far away. It as hard to go to sleep last night, knowing how hard it would be to go about my day today.
I went out shopping to keep my mind occupied so I went to Macy's for their big sale. Without realizing it, I went to the Macy's where you and I just happen to have gone this time last year before St. Patrick's day- in the very Macy's of a mall I rarely frequent. The last time I had even been at that mall was with you. I would not have gone to that Macy’s in that mall had it occurred to me.
I've tried to avoid going anywhere that we've gone together because as wonderful of the memories are that I have of doing things with you, it is just too difficult for me to go to particular places or do things we just did together. Unfortunately there are way too many places to avoid and it was only a matter of time I wouldn’t be able to. All I wanted today was my solitude,
however I could get it but somehow I think you had something else in mind for me.
I started off at one Macy’s but when I went to buy something I wanted- that WAS there yesterday- but not today- making me wonder now if you hid those boots on me just to get me to go to that Macy’s we shopped at last year. And so I went.
It wasn't until after someone took my shoes while I was trying on the boots, that I realized the last time I was there, I was with you. I got up to look for the feet that were wearing my shoes and took notice to the clothing section we were in- where you were holding up some clothes telling me I would look ‘hot’ in them for the trip we were going on when things settled down in both our lives. We should have known that things would have never settled down and gone somewhere anyway. The white top bought that day still hasn’t been worn although I did take it to the shore that weekend you didn’t make it down there with us and now I am not sure I will ever be able to wear it. .
When I got my shoes back from the woman who took them, she said she didn't know they were mine- acting as if she thought they were for sale there at Macy's. I was too flooded with memories of us shopping in Macy's last year to pay any attention to the woman or what she was saying in her broken English. In hindsight I should have let her keep my shoes- it looked like she needed them more than I do. It could have been my silent way of thanking her because had I not gone looking for my shoes I would have never come across that section where you and I shopped last year. I know you would totally get my reasoning for giving my shoes to that woman. Most people wouldn’t consider it or think I was crazy for giving something like that away- but you never questioned my ways- you always got me.
That very incident of my shoes disappearing was meant to happen because it lead me to wander to another area where you and I had shopped- allowing my mind to travel back in time and relive that moment with you. It was such a simple thing we did but if I had remembered beforehand, I would have not gone there, avoiding it like so many other things I have been avoiding these last six months.
You are the only person I was never afraid of losing, yet you are the one who is now lost. I knew we would always be in each other’s lives no matter what we did, who we dated or where life took us. I never considered that ‘always’ wasn’t as long for both of us. Life is too short and it can be so unfair. I have been so sad and I have been angry too. It was as if you were there right with me today, leading me on a few steps I really needed to take, but couldn’t do alone.
You are dearly and deeply missed!
My heart hasn't stopped crying since you left, but I have been crying out loud so much since I woke up that I can barely speak. Thank you for visiting me in my dream last night.
It was so great spending that time with you. I wish it was real, but I'll cherish what ever I can get.
You are dearly and deeply missed!
Three Kings Day ~ a day when three men went above and beyond to take notice of and celebrate someone whose soul was not only pure but someone prophesied to do great things for others - someone many would come to know, while others may never know at all. Three gifts given in honor of this miraculous person: gold (symbolizing virtue), frankincense (symbolizing prayer) and myrrh (symbolizing suffering) ... all given for the undertaking of a journey - the passage through life - and what awaits beyond.
It's a tradition for me to honor this day- starting with my mom when I was a child and now as a mother myself sharing this with Jonas. As I reflect on this day what it symbolizes in history and religion and what it means to me personally- thoughts brought me to you.
You are dearly and deeply missed!
Merry Christmas Steven!
Every year I gave you a candle so today when I woke up, I lit one for you and let it burn all day, and the toys I would have given to Chrissy- were toys I donated to a dog who never had a toy in her life.
Yesterday and today thoughts of you never left my mind- and as my heart will forever be sad for your absence but also for the ache I know your family is especially feeling today.
I couldn't go shopping at the Moorestown mall this year, or any of the stores in that area- not because I was avoiding remembering you - I always will - but because when I went there in October, I was walking around almost in a trance, feeling lost and out of sort since the only time I really shopped over that way, was with you. The holidays are hard enough the way it is without having to be confronted with those memories and feeling of a missing piece that will never be returned.
And all of this rain we have been having these last few days- that's the tears pouring down from heaven trying to wash over the pain people feel from your absence.
Dearly and Deeply Missed!
Mid 1980's I just turned 21 and my family bought me a ticket from London to Visit my friend Simon Martin in New Jersey USA.He introduced me to Steve and i instantly liked him.He had a silver nissan sports car and was just the funniest and most thoughtful guy.He let me stay at his apartment.And we used to just talk about how things were in our countries.I remember Steve wanted me to teach him how to say English swear words and we would laugh at his terrible English Cockney accent.We laughed so much our sides hurt.But he always would follow a word with this huge grin.He was brilliant.Simon has just told me that he was looking for him and found that he had just passed.We are both devistated not to see one more infectious grin from Steve...But there it it.R.I.P mate.You made my holiday ...special.
