Friday, February 23, 2024
Steve was an uncle born of love then blood. Steve and Marilyn welcomed me into their home and farm every summer from my solo trips on the Greyhound bus at 8 years old to 15, where I helped out at DVBS. One memory that I'll always remember and laugh at now was the time he made me cry by jokingly telling me much he hated kids. Fast forward 30 years, and Steve was surrounded by a pile of children and grandchildren whom he adored and cherished beyond measure.
He imparted his wisdom and skills to my own children by inviting us to his annual chicken slaughters. A memory my own children will never forget. He was so proud at my sons capabilities to catch the chickens:)
Steven's legacy lives on through the laughter, love, and lessons he shared with us all. Rest peacefully, dear uncle. You will be deeply missed but fondly remembered.
