10/23/2026
Thirteen years.
Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time with the little boy Harris was.
As I’ve been preparing presentations and videos, I’ve found myself looking back through photographs and remembering the baby with those enormous eyes, the little boy who loved Halloween, the soccer player, the son, the brother, the relative, the friend. The funny, thoughtful, sensitive boy with the beautiful smile that lit up the room.
For thirteen years, I’ve shared Harris’s story, the struggles he faced, the opportunities that were missed, and everything I wish we had known sooner.
But more and more, I find myself wanting people to know not just what happened to Harris, but who he was.
He loved his family, his friends, his life. He had dreams, plans, and so much ahead of him. He also struggled in ways that weren’t always visible.
All these things were true.
Thirteen years later, I still wish I could change the ending. And I will never stop working to change the trajectory for other young people and families.
But today, I just want to share Harris.
The boy who will forever be 19. The boy who will be forever loved. The boy who will be forever missed 💚🤍🖤
Stephanie Alan Harris Marquesano Memories