- 71 years old
- Date of birth: Apr 22, 1942
- Place of birth:
New York, United States
- Date of passing: May 28, 2013
- Place of passing:
Florida, United States
|Let the memory of Stephen be with us forever|
"I search for photos of you tonight. I am looking for you flying Adi around my apartment. It was right after Grant was born. You and Lucie came. We spent time on the beach, dinner out. You and Lucie took Adi for little adventures, you helped me fold laundry. So many little things that meant so much. I have these memories like photos but I can't find the real pictures... I miss you. When you would visit you would love on my dogs. I miss them too. My inbox had reminders to send you a card on your birthday, I didn't know what to say. Now I have reminders to send Lucie a card. I have all these cards on my desk and I can't seem to send them.
I love reading the notes from friends and family written to you. Others who have a space they hold for you.
I hold space.
I can hear you laugh. I hear your voice reminding me of things. I feel the space you always had for me. Always time to hear the many things I had to say or wanted to share or needed to understand. You took time to explain. Thank you Dad.
I hold space. And I miss you.
You are my dad and I am learning about holding on and letting go and dying and living and I miss my conversations with you about all of these things.
I love you Dad. I hold your space."
Thought of you this morning upon waking up. It is hard to believe that it has been 2 years since you left us. Rose and I miss talking, laughing and sharing a good meal with you when you visited our home. Your cat Taka is doing well in our home. I will always cherish the friendship we shared and think of you often."
Thought of you all day. Happy Birthday!
Miss calling you. Know I love you,
goodnight,your little sis, jan xxoo's"
"Happy Birthday Steve! Thinking of you and Lucie!
Mark and Rose Scanlan"
"I cannot believe that it has been a whole year since my best friend passed away. I think of you often. Playing golf without you has been really tough. Just last weekend I played a course- Lonnie Poole-NC State Universities for the 1st time. What a wonderful course. I thought of you all day. You would have loved it!!!"
"Happy Birthday Daddy!!!
I miss you.
All day I have wanted to call you, to have my family sing "happy birthday" to you through the phone and to hear about your day and tell you how much I love you. I want to know what delicious meal you are choosing and make sure that you've had many, many laughs.
I want to pass the phone to my son, Grant, and hear him say, "hi Gwampah Steve." I want Adi, my sweet and curious girl, to tell you about her piano lessons and ask you about when you took lessons and what they were like.
I am recalling your laughter and cherishing the sound.
It is now after 9 pm in CA and it would have been too late to call you in FL.... so, I write to you my heart. Many hugs. XO"
"Tribute from Jim Muyskens
Ever since I learned of Steve's passing from Aimee, I have been stunned and haven't known how I could begin to say what my friendship with Steve has meant to me over the years. He and I became best of friends at Western Theological Seminary. We discovered that we were kindred spirits and had landed in a place that was not a good fit for us. We transferred to Princeton Theological Seminary. During our years there, each of us taught the other more than any professor did. To this day, I can still say that Steve was the smartest person I have known. We both had planned to get together in retirement and continue the high level and compelling dialogues that set us on our way as young men in our twenties. What a loss that this cannot be. Yet the fond memories of our friendship temper my profound sadness and allow me to be grateful for and to celebrate the life that Steve lived and shared with so many."
""From Steve’s sister Jan,
I want to share with you something Aimee read, from our Aunt Fran, at my Mom’s Memorial:
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads his white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. He is an object of strength and beauty. I stand and watch until at last he hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky meet. Then someone at my side says, ”There he goes." “Gone where?”
He is gone from my sight that’s all. He is just as large in mast and hull and spar as he was when he left my side and just as able to bear his load of living freight to the place of destination. His diminished size is in me, not in him
And just at that moment when someone says, “There he goes.” There are other eyes watching him coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here he comes!”
This parable of Immortality by Henry Van Dyke comforts me, because I can just see Mom and Dad waiting there to greet Steve ashore.
To all my family, I love you forever.
"Knowing Steve is a true gift to my life. I have never known a person so varied in experiences and balanced in this world. He looked in places I would never think of to find new learnings and enjoyments that always seemed to add to his enlightenment. Just being around him pulled me into his unique view of life and for that I am forever grateful. Dining, sailing, golfing, baseball games, touring in Fenwick, Grand Cayman, Singapore, Malaysia - just visiting in each others' houses, I will always remember Steve telling compelling stories and eager to listen to my reactions and new stories. Take care, good buddy; I miss you."
"Perhaps I knew Steve longer than anyone still alive except my older sister Janet, who also knew him from birth. I was born a year before Steve and his Dad was the brother of my Mother. Therefore, he was my first cousin. In reality, I knew him since he was born, but don't really have any remembrance until about age 6. We spent a lot of time each year in Port Jervis where my grandparents were and several uncles and aunts. As we grew up, I was always the one in trouble. Somehow, Steve managed to be the perfect boy, as my mother constantly reminded me. I didn't mind, since I knew Steve was not as perfect as my mother thought he was. All during our teen years, we stayed pretty close as our families gathered in Port Jervis quite a bit and also spent some summer weeks at the shore in Ocean City, N.J. Later, my wife and I traveled to Port Jervis quite a bit as well. Then I got all caught up in a career, as Steve did also, as well as raising our own children. We also lived great distances apart. Therefore, for a number of years, we had little interaction outside of the annual Christmas card, as well as at weddings and funerals. When Steve and Lucie moved to The Villages in Florida, we were able to reconnect since we moved to nearby Tampa many years prior. After that, we were able to see them 3 or 4 times a year. We were able to play some golf, but generally spent the time having a beer or two and reminiscing over our younger days in Port Jervis. When Steve told us he thought he had lung cancer early in 2013, it was devestating news. However, he attacked it in good spirits with a great attitude. It was early in April that we last shared a meal with them in the Villages. His appetite was great and you woudn't know anything was wrong with him. Unfortunately, not many weeks later, when we got home from a cruise, we learned he was in the hospital and then a nursing home when I got to visit him again. Shortly thereafter, things moved fast and he was in the Hospice home for only a short time. My wife and I will miss him and Lucie. We will always remember the wonderful times we had with them both. A BIG piece of my past died with him and I will cherish the times we had together for as long as I am aive."
"The best friend I have ever had, or will have. 30 years of laughter, support, and mutual sharing of the things we both shared a passion for. My wife Rose and I miss his kindness and inspiration that he demonstrated- to live life to the fullest! I miss my golfing friend more than words can express. Steve, we are taking good care of Taka your cat."
"I love you dad."
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