Steven John Roberts
Steven was born in Boorowa on 28th June 1969, to Kerry and Mary Roberts.
Steve grew up at Spence with his 2 sisters Deb and Belinda, we had a great life (when we weren't in trouble).
How i would love to go back in time now and play kick the "A" and LAND, two of our favorite games when we were young.
For those of you who were around that many years ago, we done a play called "The Wanderer", we tried to charge our parents an entry fee, not sure how that panned out though, Steve was the Wonderer and jumped through the home made hoop that we made, if only we could smile like that now :-)
Steve went to Spence primary school and then followed on to Melba High, were he meet such GREAT mates,
Three such great mates were Craig Black, Craig Harris and Mark Connell, Blacky you were a true Honor to my brother and for that we thank you. Harry the support you had for Steve was so true and strong and for that we love you. And Mark you now can have the beers with Steve we will so deeply miss :-)
Steve first job was working for Theo Cassidy on the weekends, although Steve enjoyed the job, he would later regret leaving his loved game of cricket.
Sitting here typing all these memories in very hard, i find myself flooded with the later memories, I had made a promise to my brother to tell his story, and I shall do that through this page some are great, but some are not so good. Our younger years are my memories but later on it will be the story from my brothers side. I had the chance to have many long talks with my brother, and learn where his fears and feeling were through the last few years, my promise to him was to tell his story no matter how hard, and I shall Honor you that my Brother.
When Steve left school, he then worked for Puffin Donuts, it was there he made a life long friend in Steve Annett. It was also the place where he first got the name "HEAD", although there are many different stories on how he got the name, for those of you who were around back then, i think you will remember something about the cool-room. I had the chance to work there with my brother and Steve and it was such a fun place to be, the word "WORK" has never been so good, the loud music (trying to drown out the music from across the road at the cake shop,Thanks Jamie), and the constant laughs, not to mention the awesome "PERVE" for the boys and sometimes us girls.Steve Annett my family would like to thank you now for all the laughs and smiles you gave my brother for so many years, he loved his time with you and the crew at Puffin Donuts.
Growing up with Steve was not always a barrel of laughs, Steve had a game that he used to play where whenever I walked in the room and say hello, he would turn to my sister and say "did you hear that Deb, I think we have a ghost in the house", and then he'd laugh finding himself so funny, although that used to hurt my feelings as a child, i now look back on it with the greatest of memories.
Another major part of Steve's life was Tanya Kofinas, Steve and Tanya dated for quite a while and later on they were to be engaged, Steve was also very close to Tanya's family, Jim and Carol Kofinas seen nothing but the beauty and honesty in Steve and Tanya's young sister Nicole just idealized Steven, in fact she still has the watch Steve bought for her birthday many years ago. It was not to be for Tanya and Steve for reasons of their own they went their separate ways. The special bond they had never disappeared, I think maybe your first love never really dies, I was told this in the later years by both.
Many afternoons were spent at our house, with lots of mates who I will now call the crew, I will do my best to name some of the mates, but forgive to those I don't remember right now. Craig Black,Craig Harris, Mark Connell, Brian Blundell, Volta Seselja, Mark Jeffreys, Jamie Harriden, Mark Robinson, Graham Runting, and of course the DIRTY DOZEN, which i cant remember the names but I'm sure George will get on here to help me.
Steve, Harry and Mark Connell, used to take off with old Jack Connell's wheel chair and have races, to see who could go the longest on 2 wheels, I smile now remembering Steve still could still in the later years go around the whole garden at the hospital on 2 wheels, much to Harry's disgrace he could get only 3 meters without falling backwards in the chair.
Steve became an "uncle' for the first time in 1989, he was although sometimes awkward holding Bobby as a baby he become a great uncle, which would be proved in later years, Steve and Bobby had a relationship which is beyond my explanation, they become like brothers and best mates. Steve once told me that it would make him proud if some one to call him "HEAD", i think that was just his way of saying how much he loved and treasured Bob, we all know there would only ever be one HEAD. It was with this relationship he started to take Bobby with him on the Monday night with the boys, I still hear some great stories about those nights, you boys were such great mates to Steve for years till the end, and I know he will be looking in on you all each Monday to see who wins the darts each week :-)
Although Steve loved bands like, Dire Straights, Richard Marx, Pink Floyd and many others he also loved to put on that old sleeveless jacket with the hood and do the PETER GARRETT dance, to this day I think of that each time I hear Midnight Oil on the radio.
I would like you to join Steven family in putting your own memories in here, I know it brings great peace and lots of smiles to his family when we read about them. I will continue with Steve's story as I have only got to his teens years so far. So for now from Steve "GET A RAT UP YA" and GO THE SAINTS.
Due to Steve illness, He was not to be on his own, and I'm sad to say there were many times he was both physically and emotionally and for this i hurt everyday.As his sister there were many times I should have stood up for my brother when he was not strong enough to stand for himself, but it was for Steve that I stood back, it was for Steve that I let something go when I should have spoken out loud, it was for Steve I thought I was doing the right thing. To my brother I'm so sorry there were times you felt alone, I'm so sorry i didn't talk for you when you didn't feel strong enough to talk for yourself, I should have listened harder when you talked, I should have been there more regardless of the feelings of other people. My last time with you, you were so hurt, so angry, so shattered, and now that's how I feel everyday. I made a promise to you that I would tell your story, your fears, your life and your laughs, and I will keep that promise to you my brother through this page. Through your life we will find peace....I love you FOREVER & ALWAYS x x x