Stan  and  I  were  always  joking  around  when  we  hung out or  talked.  when  he was in  Florida  during  winter months   he  often  would  call  me  and  ask  "is it  cold  there    ?   Its  80  some  degress here  and Im  getiing  ready n to  go  fishin. just  to  get  me  because  he knew  it  was  freezing here in  Michigan  and  there  was  litte to  do.
  last  summer      on  June  25th     (yes  i remember  the  date) he  called  my  cell  while  I was  at  my  sisters place on  Crockery  lake.  Told me  he was  at  the  flea  market  it was   terribly  hot   business  was  terribly  slow  and what  customers  he  had  were  rude   and  went  on  to  tell me what  a lousy  day he was  having.   I told  him  ya  know  what  its  payback  time  Stan.  " I  am  sitting  on a pontoon  boat   drinking  a  cold  beer  and  catching lots  of  blue  gill and having  a great  time.   We  both  busted out  laughing. ......  Ill  remember  the  conversation  forever  because  it was the last  time  i talked  to him.   I miss that  guy so much.

It is still hard to believe you are gone. I wait for this time of year when you'd start teasing me and giving me grief. I remember the last time I saw you. It was on Bear's birthday at our house. Again, I see your smile. Man I miss your smile. You gave me the biggest hug goodbye. You'd love the great nephew and niece you have. AJ is so me and Macie is so Stan. Usually as parents you tell your kids "I hope you have one just like you." Well Bear & Pat got one just like me. Of course that's not so bad. I talk to Stan Jr and Kathy about every month. They are doing well. You'd be having fun fishing right now with Dan & Pat. Someday in heaven you all can fish together. Love you Stan, Judy (of course your favorite sister but don't tell Beth, she's very sensitive about these things).
 

I  remember    going  camping/ fishing  for  the  weekend  with  him.  we  left  with  no real game  plan as to where  we were  going or  staying.  stan  did  however  find  a  real  neat  secluded  rustic  spot  with  a pond  for  fishing.  Stan  thought  pitching  a  tent  was  too  much  of  a  bother, so  he  said lets  "rough  it "and sleep out under  the  stars,  I  reluctently  agreed....... as  our  luck  would  have  it   it  started  to  rain  late  at  night ,  I  retreated  to  the  bed of  my  pickup  and  Stan  jumped in  the  cab  The  rain was  short  lived  but  I was  awaken like at  3 am  because  my  truck  was  rocking, I looked through the  back  window  only  to see he had  left  a  window  partially  open  and  the  dome  light on  and  he  was  frantically  swattin  away  a  swarm of  mosquitos  that were  trying  to  feast on  him.  It  was  the  funniest  moment  of  the  weekend .  (  to me  at  least)   We  had  a great  time

Every time I light a grill or prepare some charcoal I am reminded of all the great times Stan, Dave and I had when we bar-b-qued at Daves house.  Our kids were still young and inocent, doing prety much what they wanted to do since the three of us men were so involved in preparing our meat.  (Beth, I hope you know how hard it is keeping this story clean.  I can here Stan laughing now.)  

Dave usually prepared the veggies and rice, I prepared the grill and helped Stan season what ever we were grilling.  Now you have to understand that Stan and I were very adiment on how things should be cooked and seasoned, yet we never disagreed when cooking at Dave's.  One day at my house with just my wife and daughter, we were at the dinner table eating some steaks I had just cooked and my daughter said to me "I like Stans steaks better".  The funny thing was, she was right, he could cook.

Thanks to Stans influence on my daughter she is the official seasoner when we bar-b-que.

I realy miss those days.  Thanks Stan and Dave for such memmories.

John

We all remember Stan for his smile.  He was usually smiling.  Except for a few minutes last year when fishing in the canoe and he tipped it not once but twice.  He wasn't real happy at the moment.  Then, after he starts telling the story he's telling it with a smile and laughing at himself.  Oh, to see his smile here on earth, one more time. 

I remember mom and dad bringing Stan home from the hospital.  Yes, a baby brother.  Growing up, one of his favorite songs was Sneaky Snake. He loved white bread and would sneak into the middle of the loaf, take a bite out of the center, put the piece back and wait until someone found that piece.  One time Stan was so mad at me, he got my older sister to short-sheet my bed with him.  I took him to his first Chuck Norris movie.  I remember when he was younger, he climbed the tree in the back yard and got stuck - mom had to climb up and get him down.  I remember all the fun times at the cabin.  He was a wonderful brother but he could be such a pain in the butt.  His eyes would sparkled.  He loved life and he loved his wife, son, family, and friends.  He loved having fun and making sure others did too.  He could tick you off one minute and turn right around and make you laugh the next. I'm so going to miss him and our summers together celebrating birthdays as a family but we will begin anew while remembering until we see each other again.

He was my best friend from the time my parents brought him home.  We were always together.  If not..we knew where each other were.  He grew into a kind-hearted, loving and givng man.  When he moved to Florida in 1989, I knew I would miss him, and that I did.  He would come back to Michigan in the summer and stay with me.  He loved to go to the cabin and hang out, go fishing, just being in the woods.  The hardest thing I watched him go through was, staying with our dad at the hospital.  But he did it.  He took care of him.  Now he is Resting in Peace with him.  Stan loved his family, many friends and life with his whole heart.  He touched a lot of people in many ways.  We will always remember him and carry him in our hearts.

I LOVE YOU STAN AND WILL MISS YOU!!!

Boots..

It was a typical hot Florida day in Zephyrhills.  My daughter had just finished her first swimming lesson at the YMCA.  Like any typical kid, she was begging me to let her play on the play set outside in the blistering heat.  Maybe I would have been just as excited if I just spent the last hour swimming in a cool pool.  Never the less I took her out there to play.

When she got outside, she met Stanley for the first time, already playing and having fun.  As I watched the two of them playing together, I hear a voice from behind mutter, "why are we sweating when there the ones playing".  I immediately began to laugh.  This was the first time I met my buddy Stan.

Stan was the type of person to break the ice in a comical manner to start a conversation and make you feel comfortable. This is how he treated everyone. He has impacted my life in a great way and I will always remember him.

I love you man.

John