Stan was a loving husband, father, son, brother, uncle and grandfather. 

He loved his family dearly.  He loved to spend time with his son in the woods mushroom hunting.  I remember when he and his son would come home so excited over the mushrooms that they found.  Sometimes he would send me a picture while he was in the woods when he found a big one or a bunch of them. 

He came into my life and accepted my children and grandchildren as his own.  He loved them all so much.