ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Steven Crockett, 67 years old, born on March 1, 1954, and passed away on May 18, 2021. We will remember him forever.
Posted by trudy james on May 20, 2021
Steven was a wonderful neighbor and friend to my son, AJ Rathbun, and his wife, Natale Fuller. I know they will miss him very much. Trudy James

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Posted by trudy james on May 20, 2021
Steven was a wonderful neighbor and friend to my son, AJ Rathbun, and his wife, Natale Fuller. I know they will miss him very much. Trudy James
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Steven James Crockett

Steve was born Steven James Preston, March 1, 1954, in San Francisco.  He spent his early youth growing up on O'ahu, where he learned to love critters and nature. One of his memories is sleeping in a leaf of a huge plant in his grandfather's garden in the McCully-Mo'ili'ili Valley. At about the age of 7 his mother would drop him and a couple of friends off at the base of Diamond Head where they would spend hours hiking into the crater and exploring, he looking for little creatures. He moved to Mountlake Terrace with his family and stepfather at about 10 years of age, where once again, he would spend his non-school time exploring the woods - the area was 'uncivilized' at that time.  As time went on Steve became a handful for his mother and so he went to live with his father for a couple of years on Kaua'i.

Returning to Mountlake Terrace he met Diane at a twice-a-week Teedrunar meeting. At 14 and 15, we were eternally joined spiritually. Life went on and we saw each other for one weekend at 20 and did not see each other again until Diane moved back to Seattle after close to 20 years on O'ahu.  Always in my heart, Diane looked him up on the computer and took a chance after another 14 years. Calling and asking for Mrs. Crockett, he responded "You must have the wrong number...there ain't no Mrs. Crockett here." After hanging up, Diane called him again. He answered "hello?" and she said "Steve, do you know who this is?" and he responded "Diane." We met that night and were together from that moment, married 5 weeks later.  We honeymooned on the Olympic Peninsula just outside of Seiku at the Bay Motel, then hiked into Cape Flattery and bushwacked our way down to a cove he named Eagle Beach.  It is the 3rd cove down from the point, and he had been creating his own trail to the beach there for many years, even leaving a cache of supplies hidden behind a large boulder on the beach.  We ate mussels and greenling he caught "on the rock" for days. I remember we had some eggs we buried in the sand that the resident River Otters found before we could get to them.  We enjoyed many adventures in the backcountry, traveling each July for 6 weeks, and saw and experienced so much. The Black Rock Desert was a favorite, the Owyhee River and surrounding region also a favorite, as well as the southwest/four corners. Never going into "tourist" areas we found our own way on some very exciting "roads."  We loved camping on Grey's River after coming through the Tetons. We went to Pipestone, Minnesota with a load of pink alabaster to trade on the reservation, and never missed a visit with John and Rachel at Planet X just outside Gerlach, Nevada. We were planning to travel in an outfitted van beginning soon once Diane retired this coming summer. Always watching for critters, Steve never passed by a snake on the path regardless of the type but would stop the car and using a stick, carefully move it to the bush so as not to be injured by a passing car.  He stopped many times for tarantulas, or turtles once driving a distance to the river while the turtle scurried over his feet. For more of our adventures together, visit crockettperegrination.com

Steve was a carpenter by trade and an artist by passion. He worked with exotic hardwoods to create beautiful boxes, furniture, and curiosities as well as carving beautiful items in stone, collecting soapstone from a "secret" spot in the Cascades. His favorite thing was to give items to people he cared about, letting the material sort of lead him as he worked it. Steve made many items of jewelry for family and friends of stone he carved, gems, ebony.  He was connected so deeply with the natural world, and being self-taught had a wealth of understanding and knowledge. You could see the reaction of an animal to his touch, calming them just by being present in their presence. 

He dearly loved his children, Wilhelmina and Sage Lee. Often as a mother, Diane would worry about the children, and he would calm her saying, "they have their own path and will walk it. They know we love them and know where we are if they need us." They loved him in return, seeing and knowing his deep love for them and for their mother, his kindness toward people and creatures, his generous and giving spirit. This past winter, he became worried about the hummingbird that would visit the home. He rigged up a shop light on the deck hoping the "hummer" would stay warm.  The tiny bird did and would be there each day, sitting cuddled up on the platform Steve created for him.

Another passion is music. As a young man he spent time as a "roadie" and loved everything about it.  He always wished he could play an instrument, especially drums.  His great friend, Jack, would share his guitars and drums with him and they would talk music. He loved all genres: jazz, blues, rock, folk, Linda's baroque, Funkadellic, ethnic. He knew any song, who wrote it when it was written...I have never known anyone with so much knowledge in so many fields.  

Steve has two brothers, David and his wife, Sharshar, and Mike and his wife Susan, and one niece, Caitlin, who he loved deeply.  His love was deep and if he felt betrayed he hurt just as deeply.  Charlie, Jack, Angela, Steve, Mark, Cathy, Tonia, Jody, Leo, he treasured you all. He cared so for many. He loved coming up with sayings for tee-shirts. One Christmas he created a tee for Sharshar, with the picture of a rocket with a shark face - Sharkrockett.  Get it? 

In the past few years, Steve fought health problems. His transition was peaceful and quiet, falling to sleep. He is so very loved by those who know him. And so very loved by me, his wife, for eternity. Steve requested that I play this song for him when the time came. It wasn't supposed to be now.  He is everything to me.

In lieu of flowers, food, or candles, consider a small donation to World Wildlife Fund. He admires their mission.

Written by Jody Desclos:

A hug
  A smile
    A sharing of self
       A hope for new adventures

He mapped out the future as he followed footprints of the past
  Always, always he was filled with a desire to follow the road untrodden.

Steve gave us unmeasured happiness just by being in his presence--
  Just by being himself.

A man who did his best to be "the real thing."
  He made no pretense about not wearing the scars of battles waged with self
His were the real "what you see is what you get"
  Gathered from years of experience and pain.

Music held him close 
  And whispered for him to seize the now
And play each note with joy!
  And so he did.

His love for Diane filled the darkness with light
  So much were they each other's Spirit hugging Spirit that they disappeared
    To become the glue that made brokenness whole.

There is no way to measure the impact made by such a life--
  There is no way to reclaim the seeds of hope he sowed.
  One hopes that he will continue to help us
Find the reason for this journey.
  We love you now and forever, Steve!



Recent stories

From Jackie Melsted

Shared by Linda Melsted on May 19, 2021
I always loved how he tugged on Diane's hair. And when she was wearing a braid he would just grab it-this is mine.  The love they have for each other couldn't ever be hidden. 

His hugs were very special. I always felt safe with him. 

The first time he said he loved me I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He was the son I never had. 

I will always miss him. 

Love, 
Jackie 
Picture from the Balloon ride given for my 80th birthday.  


Thank you, Steve.

Shared by Linda Melsted on May 21, 2021
Steve often told me that he really didn’t like the human race and that the world would most likely be a better place without them. But it was clear that Steve loved humans individually and loved them intensely. When Steve and Diane were first married I lived back East working in a Baroque orchestra. When I’d come for a visit Steve would start asking me questions about music and the violin in particular. He wanted to learn all he could about my life and what I was up to. I’ve noticed that Steve does this with every new person entering his circle. They would become Steve’s focus; they were special to him; and what their lives were about were important to him. That interest and focus was a special gift to all those around him and I think it made all of us feel accepted, safe, liked, and loved.

This year of the pandemic was hard for so many of us. We couldn’t get together with friends and loved ones on a regular basis. But after vaccinations my family had the great pleasure of gathering together for Mother’s Day at my Mom’s place. It was delightful and we all chattered together, eating good food prepared by me, Diane, and Steve. Steve prepared a special smoked salmon salad and dip and my Mom was in heaven-So Yummy. One of the cute things Steve and I shared was an agreement, or understanding-my Mom and Diane share a conversational quirk which is that they will make a comment not related to what you’re talking about and wonder why you’re lost. Steve and I would exchange a glance and start giggling and Steve would quip “They did it again!”

  I loved talking with Steve about food, plants, animals, traveling, music, and politics. He would enthusiastically show me his maps, what route he and Diane were planning on taking the next trip or trips from the past. No computer generated trips for them-beautiful road atlases, maps, and instinct were the only tools Steve and Diane would allow. He and I shared a love of cast iron cook ware and often compared notes on the best way to clean and maintain them. I introduced him to a bean (a heritage flat bean and I don’t remember the name) that I would grow in my garden and he became an expert seed saver of said bean-I never had to buy a packet again! His garden overflowed with tomatoes and beans and other goodies and he made delicious salsas and dried tomatoes packed in oil. The backyard is a paradise for creatures and birds. In the front yard grows a Gunnera named Berta and it is exploding with life right now. Steve made delicious food sometimes using a recipe for inspiration, but it was always his own creation. One of the family’s favorites was his scalloped potatoes. It was not like any scalloped potatoes I’ve ever eaten before. One bite and you thought you were in heaven.

Just a couple of weeks ago Steve delivered to me an old cooler filled with the complete set of novels of Barbara Kingsolver. She was one of his favorite authors and we often talked about her writing. He knew that I loved The Poisonwood Bible but that I hadn’t read all of her books—so he delivered them to me in that old cooler. Now, Steve could read a book in 2 or 3 days and sadly I am a much slower reader. He told me “Doesn’t matter, take your time.” Well Steve, I intend to get started on these right away.

Watching Steve and Diane together was something inspiring-always. But one time was magical. We were sitting on their deck and somehow the conversation grew serious and became about love-love between the two of them. I watched as all that was around them disappeared-the two of them were the only ones in the world and they spoke in their own language of music, dreams, and life. The love they shared was and is still beautiful.

Thank you Steve for being a part of my life and my family’s life and bringing so much love to Diane. I will always love you. 

From Daughter, Wilhelmina Kaiulani Lee

Shared by Diane Crockett on May 22, 2021
A song expressing what words can't at this moment:

Piece by Piece

And all I remember is your back
Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past
I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you
Begged you to want me, but you didn't want to

But piece by piece, he collected me up
Off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah
Piece by piece, he filled the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be kind and a father could stay

And all of your words fall flat
I made something of myself and now you wanna come back
But your love, it isn't free, it has to be earned
Back then I didn't have anything you needed, so I was worthless
But piece by piece, he collected me up
Off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah
Piece by piece he filled the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
'Cause he loves me
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be kind and a father could stay
Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece, I fell far from the tree
I will never leave her like you left me
And she will never have to wonder her worth
Because unlike you, I'm gonna put her first and you know
He'll never walk away
He'll never break her heart
He'll take care of things, he'll love her
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be kind and the father should be great
Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Source: LyricFind, Songwriters: Gregory Kurstin / Kelly Clarkson, Piece by Piece lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LL