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.
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Leave a tributeI 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.
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.
Mom
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.