Through early morning mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet

 

            Close by I hear the steps, familiar to my ear

 

These steps a source of comfort, just so far, just so near

 

            These steps a source of counsel, of mentor, friend and more

 

These steps have shown the path, allowing me to choose the door

 

            The steps that lead are distant now as I strain to hear

 

I reach the ridge where we'd planned to rest, the mist begins to clear

 

            I strain my eyes to find my guide, so much I shed a tear

 

Wishing, wanting, it's all in vain, my friend no longer here

 

            Soon I hear the steps of many, a truly soothing sound

 

Now the ridge is full of life, friends and family all around

 

            The ridge is getting crowded, but never is it full

 

Many have known his guidance, or felt his gentle pull

 

            The sun is getting low and we must leave this place

 

The crowd heads down the trail, a slow and steady pace

 

            I linger for a moment, remembering lessons learned

 

Some lessons given, important lessons earned

 

            I turn to catch the setting sun drop gently out of sight

 

As if to say farewell my friend, a flash of golden light

 

            Through early evening mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet........

 

 

            For Dad.  John Stevenson October 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Through early morning mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet

 

 

 

            Close by I hear the steps, familiar to my ear

 

 

 

These steps a source of comfort, just so far, just so near

 

 

 

            These steps a source of counsel, of mentor, friend and more

 

 

 

These steps have shown the path, allowing me to choose the door

 

 

 

            The steps that lead are distant now as I strain to hear

 

 

 

I reach the ridge where we'd planned to rest, the mist begins to clear

 

 

 

            I strain my eyes to find my guide, so much I shed a tear

 

 

 

Wishing, wanting, it's all in vain, my friend no longer here

 

 

 

            Soon I hear the steps of many, a truly soothing sound

 

 

 

Now the ridge is full of life, friends and family all around

 

 

 

            The ridge is getting crowded, but never is it full

 

 

 

Many have known his guidance, or felt his gentle pull

 

 

 

            The sun is getting low and we must leave this place

 

 

 

The crowd heads down the trail, a slow and steady pace

 

 

 

            I linger for a moment, remembering lessons learned

 

 

 

Some lessons given, important lessons earned

 

 

 

            I turn to catch the setting sun drop gently out of sight

 

 

 

As if to say farewell my friend, a flash of golden light

 

 

 

            Through early evening mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet........

 

 

 

 

 

            For Dad.  J Stevenson October 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Through early morning mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet

 

 

 

            Close by I hear the steps, familiar to my ear

 

 

 

These steps a source of comfort, just so far, just so near

 

 

 

            These steps a source of counsel, of mentor, friend and more

 

 

 

These steps have shown the path, allowing me to choose the door

 

 

 

            The steps that lead are distant now as I strain to hear

 

 

 

I reach the ridge where we'd planned to rest, the mist begins to clear

 

 

 

            I strain my eyes to find my guide, so much I shed a tear

 

 

 

Wishing, wanting, it's all in vain, my friend no longer here

 

 

 

            Soon I hear the steps of many, a truly soothing sound

 

 

 

Now the ridge is full of life, friends and family all around

 

 

 

            The ridge is getting crowded, but never is it full

 

 

 

Many have known his guidance, or felt his gentle pull

 

 

 

            The sun is getting low and we must leave this place

 

 

 

The crowd heads down the trail, a slow and steady pace

 

 

 

            I linger for a moment, remembering lessons learned

 

 

 

Some lessons given, important lessons earned

 

 

 

            I turn to catch the setting sun drop gently out of sight

 

 

 

As if to say farewell my friend, a flash of golden light

 

 

 

            Through early evening mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet........

 

 

 

 

 

            For Dad.  J Stevenson October 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Through early morning mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet

 

 

 

            Close by I hear the steps, familiar to my ear

 

 

 

These steps a source of comfort, just so far, just so near

 

 

 

            These steps a source of counsel, of mentor, friend and more

 

 

 

These steps have shown the path, allowing me to choose the door

 

 

 

            The steps that lead are distant now as I strain to hear

 

 

 

I reach the ridge where we'd planned to rest, the mist begins to clear

 

 

 

            I strain my eyes to find my guide, so much I shed a tear

 

 

 

Wishing, wanting, it's all in vain, my friend no longer here

 

 

 

            Soon I hear the steps of many, a truly soothing sound

 

 

 

Now the ridge is full of life, friends and family all around

 

 

 

            The ridge is getting crowded, but never is it full

 

 

 

Many have known his guidance, or felt his gentle pull

 

 

 

            The sun is getting low and we must leave this place

 

 

 

The crowd heads down the trail, a slow and steady pace

 

 

 

            I linger for a moment, remembering lessons learned

 

 

 

Some lessons given, important lessons earned

 

 

 

            I turn to catch the setting sun drop gently out of sight

 

 

 

As if to say farewell my friend, a flash of golden light

 

 

 

            Through early evening mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet........

 

 

 

 

 

            For Dad.  J Stevenson October 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Through early morning mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet

 

 

 

            Close by I hear the steps, familiar to my ear

 

 

 

These steps a source of comfort, just so far, just so near

 

 

 

            These steps a source of counsel, of mentor, friend and more

 

 

 

These steps have shown the path, allowing me to choose the door

 

 

 

            The steps that lead are distant now as I strain to hear

 

 

 

I reach the ridge where we'd planned to rest, the mist begins to clear

 

 

 

            I strain my eyes to find my guide, so much I shed a tear

 

 

 

Wishing, wanting, it's all in vain, my friend no longer here

 

 

 

            Soon I hear the steps of many, a truly soothing sound

 

 

 

Now the ridge is full of life, friends and family all around

 

 

 

            The ridge is getting crowded, but never is it full

 

 

 

Many have known his guidance, or felt his gentle pull

 

 

 

            The sun is getting low and we must leave this place

 

 

 

The crowd heads down the trail, a slow and steady pace

 

 

 

            I linger for a moment, remembering lessons learned

 

 

 

Some lessons given, important lessons earned

 

 

 

            I turn to catch the setting sun drop gently out of sight

 

 

 

As if to say farewell my friend, a flash of golden light

 

 

 

            Through early evening mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet........

 

 

 

 

 

            For Dad.  J Stevenson October 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Through early morning mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet

 

 

 

            Close by I hear the steps, familiar to my ear

 

 

 

These steps a source of comfort, just so far, just so near

 

 

 

            These steps a source of counsel, of mentor, friend and more

 

 

 

These steps have shown the path, allowing me to choose the door

 

 

 

            The steps that lead are distant now as I strain to hear

 

 

 

I reach the ridge where we'd planned to rest, the mist begins to clear

 

 

 

            I strain my eyes to find my guide, so much I shed a tear

 

 

 

Wishing, wanting, it's all in vain, my friend no longer here

 

 

 

            Soon I hear the steps of many, a truly soothing sound

 

 

 

Now the ridge is full of life, friends and family all around

 

 

 

            The ridge is getting crowded, but never is it full

 

 

 

Many have known his guidance, or felt his gentle pull

 

 

 

            The sun is getting low and we must leave this place

 

 

 

The crowd heads down the trail, a slow and steady pace

 

 

 

            I linger for a moment, remembering lessons learned

 

 

 

Some lessons given, important lessons earned

 

 

 

            I turn to catch the setting sun drop gently out of sight

 

 

 

As if to say farewell my friend, a flash of golden light

 

 

 

            Through early evening mist, a trail beneath my feet

 

 

 

I see my breath, feel the dew, the mountain air so sweet........

 

 

 

 

 

            For Dad.  J Stevenson October 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Robert Lee Stevenson died peacefully at home on October 23, 2014.  He was deeply loved by his family, and he returned that love not only to them, but to their friends as well. Bob was born on November 11, 1935 to Hulda Marie Jacobsen Stevenson (Tromsὃ, Norway), and Lea L. Stevenson (Anacortes, Washington).

He was a lifelong resident of the Edmonds, Washington area. He graduated from Edmonds High School in 1953 and from the University of Washington, School of Forestry, in 1958. His career encompassed many years as a land surveyor with Reid Middleton Inc., Everett. Bob was a mountaineer, sailor extraordinaire, celestial navigator, skier, hiker and dog walker for Smoak and Lilly, the family dogs.

Bob’s passions and hobbies were many, including a deep love for his Norwegian heritage.  He was very involved in Sons of Norway at the local and international levels, and held various leadership positions. He was very service oriented, and immersed himself in volunteer work with his church and community.   He also delighted in introducing cross-country skiing to many vision and mobility impaired skiers through Ski For Light.  

Bob is survived by his loving wife, Erlene, and by his daughter Karin Marie Rogers (Terry), and  his two sons John Eric Stevenson and Carl Olen Stevenson (Sheryl), two step-sons, Mark and Richard Lewis and their families, his grandchildren Cara Beth Rogers, and Jaden, Nolen, Brennan, and Julianne Stevenson. Uncle Bob (“UB”) is also survived by his nieces Ronda Lee Webb and Sharon Lee and nephew Brian Lee.  Bob was pre-deceased by his parents and his sisters Mary Lea Lambe and Merle L. Petterson, as well as his grandson, Luke Rogers.

Bob’s life will be celebrated on Sunday, November 2, 2014 at 3:00 pm at the Edmonds Conference Center, 201 4th Ave. North.  Donations in his memory can be made to North Sound Church, 404 Bell St, Edmonds, WA 98020 – Ski For Light Puget Sound, c/o Deng Kong, 3710 South Webster St., Seattle 98118 - and Trollhaugen Lodge, c/o Kathy Fry Martin, P.O. Box 244, Mountlake Terrace, WA  98043.  Online memories, and photos can be shared at http://www.forevermissed.com/robert-lee-stevenson/