Last week we buried our nephew Steve, Brother Fran’s boy. He lost his battle with cancer, at the young age of 53. His dad, our eldest brother, died the same way, but made it a few years longer.
Steve was always a quiet, polite, hard-working sort, just a pleasure to be around. Whatever was going on: hunting deer, cutting wood, constructing, whatever, he was always there. Kinda kept in the background, didn’t have much to say, but he did his share with no complaints. When you did get him in a conversation, he was knowledgeable, polite, with a quiet dry humor and a shy smile. Just a good guy. If he didn’t quite know what was going on, he would pitch in anyway, and quickly figure out how and where.
Steve worked hard and played hard and enjoyed life. He spent his free time white-water kayaking, hunting, fishing, and reading. He was devoted to his Mother, especially after his Father’s death, and spent as much time with her as he could. He was one of the good ones.
We will all miss Steve.