- 51 years old
- Date of birth: Mar 30, 1962
- Date of passing: Dec 4, 2013
- Place of passing:
Phoenix, Arizona, United States
|Let the memory of Steven be with us forever|
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Steven Van Ess, 51, born on March 30, 1962 and passed away on December 4, 2013. We will remember him forever. He was the one who gave the most random memories between helping people get back on their feet to making cartoon sounds for the kids and grandkids, but sometimes he just liked to royally tick people off. Haha. He will not be mourned but remembered by a party on his birthday March 30, 2014. (please leave your email address so I can email details) Please leave a memory you shared whether it be funny or heart felt.
"hi steve im waiting for you to visit me in my dreams tonite peace"
"hi steve I hear you and see a better sight with you now so I'm gessing your at a peaceful time? I hope soo---- n e time you alredy know I'm here---as are you-- and sending all peace to you see you soon peace its me---- but you know that"
"WOW STEVE I THINK U DID WAT I ASKED AND IT SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME PLEEZ HAV PEACE!! PEACE VICKI"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD"
"WARE ARE U STEVE? IVE BENN WAITING 2 HER FROM U!!! SERIOUSLY...GIV ME ONE REASON 2 BELIEVE-----AND I MEAN IT FOR ALL U INSTILLED IN MY BRAIN...... COME OUT COME OUT AND TALK TO ME......PEACE STEVE VAN ESS"
"This is so sweet to remember you by, Steve..
I can just hear your crazy laughter.
Bet your enjoying catching up with Grandpa and Grandma...whos caught more fish so far? Give them all kisses from me."
"Down Memory Lane with My Son
As parents often say, their child is exceptionally unique and I am no different where Steve is concerned. From the time he could first voice his opinions he was very vocal, and as we all know, that never changed. His older brother is somewhat more reserved and his sister quietly sat back watched and learned not to do what her brothers did, particularly Steve.
His display of temperament developed early on too. It became apparent in his early crawling stage when the world wasn't to his liking he'd cry, yell and bang is head against what ever was handy, primarily the wall or the floor. Talk about being hard headed, he had the patent on that. He could quickly and easily become angry but just as quickly got over it and wondered why everyone else was still so upset. As much as he like to put on the tough guy persona, he wasn't able to always hide his sensitivity. In his own unique way he loved unconditionally.
Steve's sense of humor was always lurking just around the corner and thought it is was hilarious when he came out on top of a joke or prank. Throughout his life, this humor of his caused me many embarrassing moments and at which times I was quick to claim I wasn't his parent.
He was the typical dare-devil, seeing how many garbage cans he could jump over while riding his bike. After moving to Flagstaff and during his teen years his haunts were Mt Elden and Oak Creek Canyon. He climbed Mt Eldon numerous times and appeared to be more mountain goat than boy. At Oak Creek he would continue his mountain goat antics by skipping, and sometimes even running, along the creek bank jumping from rock to rock and back for forth across the creek never falling in and seldom getting his feet wet. Also, he and a buddy liked to race their bikes down the Oak Creek Canyon switch backs to see how many cars they could pass on their way down and who could get to the bottom first, needless to say, fearless Steve usually won.
In his early twenties he, and his then wife. presented me with my first Grandson, Bryce, and my first Granddaughter, Gabrielle (aka Gabber now better known as Gabby). They both learned the gabbing technique well but Bryce started early on with the ability to pace back and forth just like Dad. Steve had a hard time being still, especially when taking on the phone. Before cell phones he would pace the length of the phone cord and the longer the cord the more tangled mess he left them in. The use of cell phones made it possible to venture outside and I was sure my cool deck would eventually be worn out by these two and their incessant pacing when on the phone.
Steve was never afraid of hard work. He first tried the forest service by being part of a tree thinning crew. Later he and his young family traveled to many areas of the US working as a professional remover of asbestos. His brother eventually convinced him to change occupations and got him into the fire sprinkler trade where, many years later he sustained an injury that eventually lead to an early retirement. This injury was a big contributor to his health issues that he gave such a long hard fight too.
In looking back, yes there were a lot of things I wished he would have done differently, but then he wouldn't have been Steve. There will be many more memories, good and some not so good, that will come to mind, which I shall both enjoy and treasure as I journey through my latter years.
Son, I love you and miss you and, believe it or not, I sometimes even miss your obsessive chatter.
"As I reflect back on the years spent with Steven my heart warms, he and I being the same age allowed a special connection. I have many fond memories of spending time with Steve at Grandma VanEss', in Keams and Mexican Hat during the summers. He was always so adventurous and kept me laughing often. Steven had a heart of gold and would do anything for you with love and compassion. Life did not afford him the best but he truly made the best of it. I am so thankful for Gods promises for life more than we can imagine."
"I'll Always Remember How As Kids Every Time We Came Down To Visit U Would Always Have Those Party Bags Waiting For Us And U Would Make Us Laugh So Hard Talking In Ur Daffy Duck Voice. I Miss You And You Will Always Be Loved And Remembered."
"We have a lot of memories,,,,the 80's wow I wish we were there again, you an I were just trying to figure out our lives. You my friend, cousin will surly be missed."
"There are so many things to remember Steve by. One funny thing I had forgotten but the last time I had talk to him ...he reminded me of so I guess its ok to share. He came to visit us one summer and he had stood in an ant pile to long, got ants in his pants ... one got ahold of his you know....so painful....
Steve always like to make people laugh even at his expense.
Steve was a giver...gave lavishly of his time and talents to whom ever needed it..He gave me some baby hand me downs when things were difficult financially for us...Glad your free and in no pain."
"You'll be missed Steve, I will always remember the shenanigans we tried to pull over on you as kids, that never worked. You left wonderful children, grand children and impressions on everyone who knew you."
"I will never forget the night of the really bad storm we had down there when we lived with you guys. The sky turned pink. Bryce was the only one who slept through the whole thing, and your dad was trying to make a light with a light bulb and a car battery and he dropped the car Barry on his foot. Your dad was an amazing man and like another father to me, he will be greatly missed. Love you guys and your dad will live on forever :)"
"Love you Daddy!!!"
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