Stephin was walking when the former friends appeared and slayed the twenty year-old. Christina said she thinks the only reason they had was he asked them to stop selling drugs.
“My son did nothing but ask them to not give drugs to people,” said Christina. “[They] murdered my son and the price they pay will never be enough – Not for me.”
Stephin was born October 26, 1990 and weighed one pound ten ounces when he was born. Christina said he was “God’s little miracle.” His passing has been tasking, according to his mother.
“I’m so tired. I cry every day missing every little thing my son did and said… I pray god helps me to forgive them because it eats at my very soul. It breaks me down every day that I don’t get to have him in my life.”
Stephin wanted to do many things, Christina said. He desperately wanted to be a father; already picking out the name Lane Braxton Bergeron had he had a boy. He was in college, attempting to acquire his Instrumentation license, and he was very active, playing multiple sports.
Christina said Stephin was more than her son, calling him her best friend. She said he was “a small fellow with a huge heart,” and admired the way he would do anything for anyone.
Stephin loved riding horses and bulls, going mud riding with his friends, and having big bonfires, his mother said. She called him a Chriistian boy who was saved not once, but twice. He was very close with his little brother and sister and loved taking care of people when they were sick, according to his mother.
“When I got sick with my heart he stayed by my side. He would even sleep in a recliner in my chair at night to make sure I was ok and he’d fix me the best big glass of hot tea every night if I had a migraine,” said Christina.
Stephin wore his heart on his sleeve according to Christina. She said he was always singing:
“When he was about 12 he dedicated a song to me by Lil Bow Wow called “for my momma.” He said one day I’d never have to work again or struggle like I had raising my kids because he would take care of me. He never left even if we were mad or upset with each other without kissing my cheek and saying I love you mom. And most days he’d squeeze me really tight and sing the words loving you because you’re so beautiful to me.”
Christina wrote the following at the end of her note.
“He had goals and a future that were taken away from him. When he was little he would make things on holidays with his Lil brother and sister and we would go to the retirement homes and pass out things to the elderly to let them know that they may not know us from Adam but they were not forgotten on any holiday that their lives meant something. We even dressed up for Halloween one year and went to visit with them and took pictures. Stephin Wayne Bergeron is my son. Stephin Wayne Bergeron is a angel and a hero. I will never let the world forget him or who he was while here on this earth. He is loved and missed by so many and will be forever. A hero taken too soon from this earth by evil cowards. Stephin Wayne Bergeron 10/26/90-04/13/11. Mommy misses you bud more than anything in this world.”