I'd like to thank everyone who came yesterday to celebrate Steves life, as well as the ones who couldn't make it but sent their prayers.  He was very blessed to have so many people in is life that loved him.   He also loved you all.   It was because of all those around him that kept a smile on his face.  many of us felt it was too soon for him to go and too sad to say goodbye.  I'd like to share with you a conversation I had with him in the car.  We were debating as to which ...one of us gets to go to first.   He made the comment that when God calls out his name he was "Outta Here!" He said he was ready and couldn't wait.   His exact words were  "don't be sitting around here crying cus I'm gone, I'm not gonna be crying, I'm gonna be Outta Here! I know exactly what I'm going to do when I get to heaven; I'm going to walk straight up to Jesus and kiss him right on the mouth and tell him THANK YOU! I'm ready to go as soon as he calls my name!"  He looked at his passing with enthusiam and showed no fear.  He had a heart attack 3 days later and collapsed.   He was gone before he hit the ground.   He didn't have time to feel pain or fear.   He did exactly what he said he'd do and he did; God called his name and he wasted no time getting outta here!  I wanted to share this with his friends so that they can also have some comfort in knowing that was readyto go and felt no pain.  He always wanted everyone to be happy, even in death he wanted us happy. He's missed but he's happy.

Steven Wayne Bosche  (Cateyes)
Aug 23, 1956 – Oct 24, 2015 
 Steve danced into heaven on 10-24-2015 without giving notice. He came into the world on 08-23-56 but his life began on 01-07-04.  That’s when his eyes opened to the life of recovery.  The rooms of NA/AA were his birth place, The steps his parents and the fellowship his brothers and sisters. There he learned how to live life honestly and trust God.   Steve had a kind and generous spirit, always armed with a sense of ...humor and a smile on his face.  He possessed an unshakeable faith, reminding us “people, places & things will come and go but me and God, we roll!” His life built on the principle that “God’s in Charge!” His first job in recovery was operating Forklift at Universal Forest Products.  He was proud to maintain stable employment until Semi-Retirement in 2013. He enjoyed traveling to various AA meetings and functions.  He loved to “watch the movie” of recovery.  Steve was a big flirt, he spent many nights dancing at the Alano Club and flirting with the gals.  He had a passion for the game of pinochle, he was always in pursuit of the elusive perfect hand.  He’d get a call that a game was on and Steve was out the door.  A proud Raiders fan, he sported their colors all year long.  His optimism never failing, he predicted 2016 to be their year; JUST WIN BABY!  In 2011 Steve settled down with his long time love Amber and into the role of Dad to Andrew, Jacob and Emmy Grace. He guided them gentle with patients.  He listened so they felt important, he cheered them on, cheered them up and was the keeper of their secrets. Steve was proud to part of the AA family and his home group, Fremont Fellowship.  He was a loyal member of “THE NO MATTER WHAT CLUB.” Until the day Jesus called him home, He kept it simple, he stayed in service, he gave back what was so freely given to him and he said “Thanks God.”  Let Steve’s unshakable faith and joyful spirit live in our heart as a reminder that God's In Charge!

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Anyone who knew Steve at all knew he loved the Raiders.   He wasn't a Raiders fan only in their winning years but in their struggling years as well.   The topic of the Raiders did not cease in February when the season was over but continued on throughtout every month of the whole year.   His optimism that they would soon rise to be champions again never dimishished.   His closet bled of black, silver, grey and white...."Raiders Colors" as he would say.   If a fan of another team had on any black or white he would tease and point out that they're still wearing "Raiders Colors, thats right baby!"  Eveything he picked out was in "Raiders Colors."   He walked around as if he had  Raiders goggles on and saw everything in "Raiders Colors."   He had a Raiders ring that he wore with pride.   He had worn it for years and he'd say "I've had this sucker on forever and it wont come off,   They'll have to bury me with it!"   He was right, it wouldn't come off, he got to keep his Raiders ring.   I could just see him smiling down from heaven, laughing, and saying "Ha I told you...I'm taking my Raiders Ring with me, Just win baby!"   He was a sweet but sometimes ornery man, or as he would say "I'm the most stubborn bullheaded german man you'll ever wanna meet!"   When it came to his Raiders stuff he wasn't kidding.   The Raiders games brought a sense of anticipation and excitment that increased with each upcomimg week.   No longer was our home quiet during the game but filled with cheers and clapping.   Steves voice could be heard thundering throughout the house.   He shouted encouragement, told them what plays to make, made snide remarks to the referees and and gave them pep talks when they were down.   His excitment was contagious and he even had me holding my breath as I watched the game.   For the last few years he has been predicting that 2016 would be the "The Raiders Year!"   There isn't a doubt in my mind that he is still watching every game.   Probably looking down and laughing because he has front row seats for free and we pay for commercials.   I know him well and I know that he would think there wasn't a better place to watch the game, right there next to Jesus with front row seats.    2016 may just be their year, maybe they were just in need of a Raiders Angel and now they have one...Thanks God

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He loved all children but it was the little girl who named him Papa that had his heart in her pocket.   He was never too busy to stop and talk with her.   They'd sit back and talk as if he had nothing else to do.   They often pondered life’s questions together with sentences that began with “Why do you think?”  Or, “what do you think would happen if?” He listened to her tell her secrets as if she were reporting from the C.I.A…lol.   Even after a long day he would find the energy to play and kid around with her.   He was the best customer at her store and the first client in her beauty salon.   He would always tell her that he had two girls and she was number one ;)   When she was with her Papa there was no such thing as personal space, she never sat next to him but rather attached to him.   They loved to watch the animal shows on national geographic and eat popcorn in bed.   They were buddies, He'd point at her with both index fingers and say Doctaaa and she'd tilt her head and snap right back  with...pepppaaa!   I remember one night when she asked to sleep with us and I told her that there wasn’t enough room in the bed for all of us and her reply was  “ I don’t mind if you sleep on the couch mommy," She was his girl.   Having the opportunity to watch the two of them together has been a blessing I will cherish forever.   He made an impression on any lives but to that little girl he a vast canyon.     She may no longer have the best customer at her store but I know she has the most loving angel by her side.   Thanks God…

 I met Steve back in January of 09, the month of his 5th sobriety birthday.  What I remember the most is thinking that he had the kindest eyes I'd ever seen and a gentle disposition that was comforting.   Little did I know that once our lives crossed we'd never be the same again.   What a heck of a ride we were about to go on.   Not a day has went by since the first day I noticed his kind eyes that I have not thought about him.  He guided me through my first years of recovery and shared with me his experience strength and hope, he knew that recovery was life or death for me.   When he made decisions he made them based on what he knew would help my recovery, nomatter how he felt.   He loved me enough to let me go to jail, shut the door and hang up the phone when I turned into a "self run riot."   Each time he would simply tell me what worked for  him and let me figure out what worked for me.   I'm a slow learner so he has asked me the question " how'd that work out for ya?" about a million times, I'd reply with "it didn't work."  He knew that I had to go through the process myself in order to grow. He loved me enough to allow me to fall and figure out  how to get back up.  He never left, he just stepped to the side and was always there to hold my hand when I got back up.     Early on I didn't understand many of his decision but as I matured they began to make sense, he played a crucial role in the foundation of my recovery.   From the beginning til the end he held tight to what he had learned in the beginning.  He kept it simple,  He knew what worked for him and that he didn't wake up sick anymore.  Life tried to get complicated but Steve never did, I admired that so much.   There wasn't a any situation that he couldn't pull up a story he learned in recovery to reference for advice.   Story's of starfish, elephants, guy's on the corner and his dog bubba were endless and his enthusiasm while telling them never dimished over time.   He had a sweet innocent chidlike  love within him.    He loved people and he genuinely wanted them to be happy.   When we'd go in public he'd always treat complete strangers like he'd known then forever and like they were best friends.   He had a kind heart.   His patients far exceeded my comprehension, there were so many times that I was amazed by his calmness.   He has supported me and allowed me to be who I needed to be for others.   He didn't complain about dinner being late because I'm running around for others.   He never acted inconviencnced with me taking kids into our home all the time.     Whatever I needed to do to feel complete he gave me the space to do it.   He was the calm in our home, he was the mediator and the peace keeper.   He showed us that real strength is quiet, it doesn't have to show off.  I would go to him when I need direction and focus.   He was my coach and my mentor.  <em> The most valuable thing he taught me was that if I keep saying "thanks God,"  and Believing in my heart that God's in Charge and I make sure not to take that first  drink that my life my could have joy.  </em> He played an intrumental part in molding the woman and mother I have grown to be.   He never stopped trying to be better for us.   We learned to work together because working together was better then being apart.   Age has no bearing on soulmates and thats what he was to me.    We loved and protected each other, We made sure the other one was ok.   I look back over the past few months and I can see how he unknowingly prepapared me for his passing.   He made sure I was safe and gave me the answers to all the question I would need answered today.   Eveyday I can hear his words guiding me through the storm.   I cant see him but he is still the calm in my storm.    Into his own passing he is protecting me, directing me to God over and over.     Thankfully, God gave me the opportunity to tell steve how proud I was of him just days before he left us.  Words cannot express the depth of my gratitude for his place in life.   I don't think I'm ready for him to go, I feel like I still have more to learn from him.    God and Steve say different, they say it's time and I'll be ok.   I'll be OK as long as follow the instruction of my love and I<em> remember  to keep saying "thanks God," Believe in my heart that God's in Charge and  make sure not to take that first  drink</em> and I'll be ok....Thanks God!<br/><br/><br/>P.S.    I miss you hunny but remember we're like boomerangs, we'll be back together soon. I love you...to heaven and back!</span></p>

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