- 69 years old
- Date of birth: Aug 17, 1943
- Place of birth:
Neosho, Missouri, United States
- Date of passing: Sep 16, 2012
- Place of passing:
Seattle, Washington, United States
"Oh Stef, Where are you now? I miss you - your embraces, your warmth, holding your hand, your kisses, your laughter, your poems. I hope you've forgiven me for giving you such a hard time about your favorite hat, and for often being nagging and critical. You stayed loving and present through it all.
I think of you every time I see the peonies. The tree peony you planted is thriving and huge. And the one we transplanted that was Marianne's is doing well too.
I wish you were here to enjoy the chickens with me. I wonder what you'd say about Silvy's loud crowing.
If there's life after death, I hope there are lots of books and bugs and trees and loons there. And I hope you know that you are deeply loved and not forgotten.
Another year gone by. Thank you for spending time with me and helping me grow. I miss you. Love, Liz"
"Stef -- you come up fondly in conversation and in my thoughts frequently. I hope you're off on grand adventures and ready to debrief me when it's my turn."
You were such a quiet, gentle, yet powerful presence in my life, and you still are. I continue to be nourished by all that you were.
Also, your love of bugs, birds, plants, of all of nature (a connection so needed in the world today), remains a wonderful gift. Thank you. I love you and miss you. Katie Kauffman"
"Our garden reminds me of you daily. All the plants and trees you added. The peony garden, the little spiritual maple tree, the huge tree peony. You taught me so much about bugs and the mystery of nature. I love you dearly and you're with me always."
"I think of you often, Stef. Sometimes I remember some silly pun you've said or I imagine a way you might react in different situations and I laugh. I miss you."
"Stef, I think of you often. You are in my heart always. Love Liz"
"Stef, I think of you so often. I have spiders living in my bathroom - I consider them my pets and think of you every time I see one of them. The tree peony you planted in the back yard is huge now and had it's first flower this spring. When I water the trees and peonies you planted I think of you. Our chickens - Millie, Silvie, and Betsy are doing well. I wouldn't have then if you hadn't been here. You've added so many wonderful things to my life. Your ashes are now scattered here and in Minnesota, and I've kept some to sprinkle on the Burke Gilman trail that you loved so much. I feel so grateful that we had time together. I will never forget you. You live in my heart forever."
"I still miss you and think about you a lot, Steph. I often hear you inside my head saying, "How ya doin' kid?" You were strongly in my thoughts this week as I rode my bicycle on the Burke-Gilman Trail. I liked thinking about you tooling along on your bike in that gorgeous swath of natural beauty."
"I have particularly missed Stef recently too. I am reminded of him every day because I inherited his mated pair of linneolated parakeets. Liz very kindly points out that Stef would be so happy to know they're in my care. (Unfortunately one died.) He was such a distinct, unusual guy, unabashedly himself without reservation, which I always greatly admired. I can so easily picture his big genuine smile."
"I've been thinking about and missing Stephen, particularly these past few days. He loved the natural world so much. He would, however, occasionally make a pithy comment about humanity's failings. This was mostly in a gentle tone. We could trust the world (and its people) to be well cared for in his hands. His kind and patient spirit lives on."
"I think of Stef so often. when I see a spider, I think about how much he taught me about bugs. He helped me to discover a whole world of tiny creatures I had hardly paid attention to. I think of him when I'm out in the garden watering the many plants he planted. I wish he could see how much they've grown and how beautiful they are...And our chickens. I love our chickens. Stef taught me how to raise them from day old chicks. Now they parade around the garden. Stef would be so proud of them. He used to say "lets go look at the back 40" and we'd go out and peruse the back yard. I am so very grateful to have gotten to spend 7 years together. I miss him. I treasure that I got to spend a part of my life with such a smart, kind, interesting and loving person. I love and miss you Stef"
"I miss you Stef! I wish I could get your advise on how to encourage diversity in my parrot's diet. He misses you too."
"Steve & I shared blessed moments exploring nature as children. It was magical. No detail was too small for his inquiring mind. Steve & his family were the most precious parts of my childhood. I can not convey how deep his love & awe of nature went."
"Stephen was the best thing that ever happened to me. I've never felt so loved, cherished, accepted, understood, care for. It's hard for me to write what I feel. I miss him so much! We both assumed we would have many more years together. He was always saying to live in the moment...I was always saying we need to save for the future. Well since I am running out of space, I will write more later"
"An email received Oct. 20 ."I have known Stephen since 2000, I was his first buyer (tete-beche), and the last to leave him feedback on eBay. I gathered that something wrong must have happened, since Stephen's eBay account became deactivated, and his phone was not working. Stephen was an asset to eBay's community and will be missed by thousands. I am very sad for the loss of this friend. My deepest"
"Nature was Stef’s religion. It was of the heart, not from a book. His grandfather, Rev. A. E. Moody, warned his children that “charity uplifts the giver,” but diminishes the receiver. His Burlingame & Greene ancestors were Quakers, true to their inner light. He was instinctively repelled by obscurantism. He practiced careful observation, discretion and instinctive kindness."
"I remember Stephen as a peaceful, kind person, who loved nature—birds, bugs, plants of all kinds. He was very much himself, in the way he dressed, how he ate, the things he liked to do. That was a good model for me. He was only a plus in this world—for people, and the rest of life on earth. I feel very lucky to have known him."
"My beloved brother-in-law, Stephen Moody Anderson, or Stef. The winter his family stayed with us we made our 40' living room into a sea and named each piece of furniture an island. I may still have our map. He was 7 & I was 8. He was Stefanovich & I was Petrovich. We were the "same age" the last week of August each year, and celebrated. We both loved nature."
"Steve and I would see each other when my family would visit his at Camp when we were both boys. We were first cousins, his mother was my dad's sister. I remember him as quiet but fun and with an intense interest in bugs. Like my brother David, I too lost touch with Steve as we moved along our different paths as adults. But I remember him fondly as a unique and good human being."
"Stephen, You're a good man, a smart man. Glad to have known you. Steve Richmond"
"I grew very fond of Stef and his quirky ways. My leopard gecko was never in better hands than his. I appreciated his thoughtfulness – when he and Liz came to visit he’d often bring a potted orchid or an unusual garden shrub, just because. Stef was a one-of-a-kind. He had no time for superstitious ideas (religion, spiritual thought, anthropomorphism and weeding.) I miss him."
"We haven't seen each other since we were young, but I have followed your life and will miss you. Goodbye Cousin."
"Steve, Since you were 6 you have been part of my life. We explored Big Sand Lake together on many nature expeditions. It was you who suggested I breed Lady Gould Finches. They didn't have as much to say as an African Grey, but brightened up the room. I will will miss your good heart, old friend.
Peter Wiediger Wilson"
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