Let the memory of Steven be with us forever.

Steve Samuel Levine was born on June 22, 1963 in Sacremento, CA to Melvin and Anntoinnette (Gant) Levine.He was raised in Colorado Springs, CO where at the age of 13 he was one of the first juvenile recipients of a cardiac pacemaker in the country.He worked his whole life as a professional painter for himself and for the Jefferson County School system.Steve was a loving stepfather to Eric Vinson and Sarah Vinson and on March 10, 1984 his only daughter and apple of his eye, Megan Marie Vinson, was born.He enjoyed tinkering/trading of all things, loved music, collecting memorabilia and had an incredible sense of humor and quick wit.He was a kind and compassionate spirit and donated his corneas to someone in need and his body to science.Steve passed peacefully with family and friends at his side on Wednesday, February 13, 2019 at the age of 55 and is survived by his children, Megan and grandchildren Alissa and Alexus, Eric and 6 grandchildren, Sarah with one grandchild, his sisters Leslie, Barbara and Leah, brother Ray and parents Melvin and Anntoinnette along with many nieces and nephews, an aunt and several cousins.A Celebration of Life service will be held on March 2, 2019 at the Elks Lodge, 3850 W. 69th Pl, Westminster at 12:00 p.m.Memorial contributions may be made to the charity of your choice or the Westminster Elks Lodge 2227.

Posted by Dave Jones on 28th February 2019
I met Steve when I was 18 in the mid 80's. At first at a couple of party's then he helped Me get a job at Huesco paints. He was my foreman on site. The boss Darwin had let me know about his pace maker an for me to keep an eye on him. We worked together for awhile and our friendship grew in that time. I remember one morning in particular, he had picked Me up to go to work in his 1972 Chevy Nova rag top. we were on our way and all of a sudden he screams Oh yea 500 miles time to break the new engine in! He down shifts an floors it. The engine screams, the nova leaps and we were hitting 100+ and still gaining speed. heading towards a red light. I start freaking, but he doesn't let up, and the light turns green and he screams 120 buried hell ya. We rolled into work all excited, and enjoyed a hard day of work. That's the way I remember him. Full of life and exciting to be around. He was a good friend and a excellent mentor. I often felt that, the ones around him needed the pacemaker not him. In Friendship David A. Jones
Posted by Barb Jones on 26th February 2019
I remember once my car had broken down at the car wash, I was stuck in the bay. It was a very nice day and lots of people waiting to get their car washed. Who am i going to call, but Steve. He was there in about 25 minutes with a tow rope to tow me out; and of course some choice words. This is the kind of man he was, always put others needs before his own. I will forever miss his kindness and willingness to help. He has been there for me and my family countless times over the years. Always with a smile and some smart ass comment just to let you know that he really does care. Miss you my friend!

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