I almost added a comment to the long, growing list of comments on Stephen’s wall. I sat for a few minutes, trying to think of what to say. I’m sorry? I’m thinking of you? I read through the thirty-five or so comments that were already posted, and most of them repeated the same thoughts over and over again. Condolences piling up under Stephen’s status update, saying that he had just lost his brother, Mike, and he would be flying home to New York City for the first time in years to be with his family.