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05 May 2008
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12:27:20
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April and May are the months when Steve would be out in his garden and all around the property planting and tending to all of the landscaping that he and I worked on over the years. These two months are Steve’s favorites for spending time outdoors. I will make sure that everything we said we were going to do this year gets done. I also promised him plants and flowers both in his yard and along the pathway leading to his fence gates and have already started to plant many of them. Steve’s yard is going to look very beautiful this year, come and see it if you have an opportunity. Vic Klein, 5/5/08

Date:
05 May 2008
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17:58:47
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I remember the look on Steve's face after he took a tour of the space above the 4 car garage and listened to the plans to turn it into his own apartment. His eyes were alight and his smile was as bright as the sun. It didn't take long for Vic to begin roughing in the walls that would later become a bedroom, bath, office, kitchen and living room. And it didn't take long before Steve moved in. I told Vic he was crazy, there was no heat, no bathroom, no kitchen, nothing but those 2 x 4's. I told Steve he was crazy. He grinned and said he was and promptly arrived with a sleeping bag, clothes, and Alaska. From that point on, it was a little bit of a three ring circus, with Steve running, sometimes limping, over to the main house to use the bathroom or take a shower. In the evening and weekends, the whine of power saws, drills, and the drumbeat of hammers sang in competition with the songbirds in the trees. Vic can build anything, but Steve's expertise resided in other areas and there were some very funny moments as Vic taught him which tool did what. Nevertheless, between the two of them, the apartment took shape. It was exciting to watch the construction of a deck that ran the width of the apartment knowing that Steve would enjoy sitting there, surrounded by dense trees, watching the deer as they came to drink at the stream. His Mother calls his home "The Treehouse" and in many ways it is. Through the years, I watched as Steve decorated and redecorated his home until it became uniquely his. I also watched his happiness grow with each passing year. I also saw the happiness and contentment his love brought into my brother's life. They laughed, sometimes fought, played and worked together. They had a better marriage than anyone else I've ever known. Losing Steve has left an empty place in my brother's soul, but his love isn't gone, it's still there just waiting to be rediscovered. I miss Steve every day. I loved him. He was part of my family. He was exasperating, excitable, and complicated. He was funny, warm, good-hearted, generous and loving. Kathi Klein Monday, May 5th 2008

Date:
07 May 2008
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19:50:51
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I met Steve one September weekend at the Woods Campground. I arrived later than my partner, and when I arrived, he told me I had to see these two shihtzus and that the female was pregnant. (I had wanted to get a dog for a year or so.) Anyway, I reluctantly agreed to go see. Well, Wyatt barked and barked and didn't seem comfortable with our being there. Kaeli seemed fine with it. Once the dogs relaxed, I was able to speak to Steve. He told me that Kaeli had already had false labor, and he was hoping that she would make it home to Maryland. I told him I was interested in one of the pups, and that I would like to have one that resembled Kaeli. He took my email address. It wasn't even a week when I began to receive puppy pictures from Steve. They were born the following Thursday or Friday, the 23rd of September. Kaeli had made it home, but not by much! Steve and I began corresponding. My daughter had recently adopted two dachshund brothers and suggested that I get two because there were times I wasn't home. I had begun teaching again part time. I spoke to Steve about that and we discussed the possibility and a price. On November 19, my partner and I made the trek to Maryland, about two and a half hours from me. I'll never forget when we arrived. The puppies and the parents went nuts, so happy to see us. (Now, every time Jake and Eli do the same, I remember that time.) Well, you figured it out. I took two. Eli resembles Kaeli, and Jake resembles his daddy Wyatt. They have two very distinct and opposite personalities, but that serves them well. Anyway, we invited Steve and Vic and the puppies to camp that following Memorial Day. It was great to see the four dogs interacting, although Jake wouldn't let Wyatt alone. Steve and I continued to correspond. We exchanged doggie pictures now and then. We even spoke on the telephone a few times, chatted online from time to time, and emailed each other. I knew that Steve would often seem depressed, and my gut feeling told me he wasn't happy. He even spoke about coming to visit the Christmas of 2006 with the dogs. It didn't happen. I was completely shocked by Steve's death. It still seems unreal to me. I don't know how someone so vital can become ill and die within a week, even after seeing a physician the day before. It makes no sense to me. I miss you, Steve. If we would have lived closer, Steve, you would have been a very good friend, although I considered you my friend from the beginning. God bless you, Steve. I hope you are happy and without pain. Love you. Chuck

Date:
09 May 2008
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22:21:34
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I first met Steve on America Online back in the day when, at least in my opinion, most of the people in the chat rooms on AOL were fairly honest and looking for real relationships with real people. Steve and I chatted online for a few weeks and set up several dates to meet which Steve ended up canceling because he didn’t feel well. I almost gave up on him because I thought that “not feeling well” so many weeks running was actually becoming an excuse not to meet. At this point in our relationship I knew nothing about his illness with Ankylosing Spondylitis. When we finally actually met (September 25th, 1995), it was in College Park Maryland at a “hole in the wall” coffee shop. Steve was obviously very nervous to the point of almost frightened but the more we talked, the more relaxed he became. We talked for a several hours and then, at his request, went for a walk. Anyone who knew Steve would probably know what going for a walk meant, but since we had just met, I was the novice in this situation. You see, when Steve was suffering from the effects of AS, he could barely leave his basement apartment, but when his symptoms were mild, he “walked” like a marathoner. Now, I considered myself pretty fit in those days but Steve walked me until I couldn’t take another step. All during our walk, we talked. The more we talked the more I realized that this young, scared, tatttoed man with a shaved head (few of the attributes I found attractive) was a compassionate, loving, real person who was looking for the same thing I was….a soul mate to share my life with. We agreed to set up another date online and went our separate ways at around 2 AM. (Vic Klein)

Date:
10 May 2008
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20:51:18
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Steve had uncompromising values when it came to restaurant service and restaurant food so going out to eat with him was always a treat in more ways than one. He knew, from his own experience in foodservice, how important an impression the wait staff could make on a customer. He had an eagle eye out for any misstep or mistake. Pity the poor waiter or waitress who failed to pay attention or was apathetic or surly and heaven help the chef who didn't meet his standards. I remember one evening when we all had dinner at a noted and expensive french restaurant. I ordered rockfish, Steve had veal and Vic ordered a steak. I prefer my fish to be opaque and flake easily, but the rockfish came out partially cooked. I looked at it, Steve looked at it and he summarily called the waitress and ordered it back to the kitchen for a little more heat from the fire. The waitress brought it back and I barely had a chance to look at it when Steve picked up the dish, handed it to the waitress and sent her back to the kitchen. When it came back a second time, it was better, not perfect, but better and Steve promptly told the waitress that the bill should be discounted and I'll be blessed, it was! On the other hand, when the food and service was perfect he was the first to say so, not to mention that he encouraged generous tips. I'll miss going out to eat with Steve. I'll miss his critical eye, but I'll also miss the funny things he said, how he enjoyed the food, his evening with those who loved him and his Grand Marnier. Kathi

Date:
12 May 2008
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13:30:11
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Steve was my cousin and I have so many stories and memories. One of the most vivid memories was when he was living out in Vail, CO and I went out to visit him for about 4 or 5 days. He showed me such a good time. We skied 2 full days and we went out to this great restraunt where you cook your own steak over a big grill in the center of the restraunt. I still can't believe that he is gone. I keep thinking that he is on another long trip to Paris or Brussels. Although I didn't talk to him very often, when I stopped by the office or at a family get together, we always caught up. I wish I made more of an effort to spend time with him, but I thought that he would always be around. I miss him a lot. Charley Obenschain 5-12-08

Date:
13 May 2008
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18:23:31
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I'm trying baby, the tears still come to easily and I cannot make two thoughts create something you deserve. Mom

Date:
14 May 2008
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19:55:18
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After that first date, Steve and I were together almost every day after work and on the weekends. We did everything together and were seldom apart. Within the first year we agreed to build Steve an apartment over the garage so that he could have some independence and especially personal space. This would also allow him to bring Alaska with him without being a problem to my dogs. Steve worked very hard on the apartment, even when he was in pain. There were many smashed fingers as the hammers were flying but he learned everything he needed to know to make building his home a reality. Many days we stopped working only long enough to eat the lunches that Kathy would prepare at the house and bring over to us. You would be amazed at how long it takes to build a house with only two people working a few hours every day after getting off from work. But Steve just couldn’t wait so before the apartment was even close to being finished, he moved in with a sleeping bag. I worked every spare minute after that to get his home completed as fast as possible and Roxie joined in as well whenever she had a spare hour or two. The apartment was finally finished after several years of work and Steve began to make it his home as Kathy said in her May 5’th memory entry. There were very few times in the 13 years that we were together that we were ever apart. We did something together every day, whether it was gardening, building something, landscaping, dining, going out for an evening or two, having a drink or two at one of our favorite local places, taking road trips, hiking, camping, sitting together for an evening and watching a movie or talking about a favorite topic…not always a favorite to us both…but that’s what makes a relationship work, the ability to listen even when your not fond of what your hearing. I love Steve beyond imagining and miss him even more. I love you Steven, and I can’t seem to stop crying…but they are mostly happy tears, because I am remembering you . Love Vic

Date:
15 May 2008
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10:26:56
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Steve left for yellowstone in early to mid April, sometime in the late 80's...he was wearing shorts, tee shirt and light jacket with only $40.00 in his pocket. He arrived in Bozeman MT a full 24 hours before the bus was to pick him up for the drive into the park. He walked around the town ate a burger and was very cold. I don't remember where he slept. He boarded the bus for Yellowstone about 8am the next morning, times are not accurate, but this is what I remember. He called me from the Park and said he was in a foot of snow. That was the beginning of his love for all things nature had to offer. I knew he was safe, he would have a place to sleep and food. He was assigned to work in the kitchen. He soon learned to bus tables and by mid July was waiting tables. He loved it. By the end of the summer he was begging me to come visit, he so wanted to share the beauty around him. I arrived in Bozeman MT and Steve met me. I rented a car and he drove me into his beloved "park". The accommendations he had for me was a cabin in the worse sense of the word. I was so tired by nightfal that I fell asleep and woke by the noise of something scratching on the outside of the building. I was so afraid to leave the next morning that Steve finally came to find me around 11am. I was scared and immediately moved by stuff to the Inn. Throughout the week I met many great kids from all over our country and others. I believe I saw everything there was to see that week and the trip was memorable. I knew he had found himself, he liked his work, he liked his new friends, and he loved this part of the country. The night before I left, I sat in the Bear Claw Bar with about 8 or 10 of his friends for a goodby drink. I went to bed about 10pm and left Steve my credit card to pay for our drinks. The next morning I was presented with a receipt bar bill for $300.00. I knew when I left that I would get Steve home again, but never his heart. Mom

Date:
17 May 2008
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22:58:53
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I’ve had a really tough day today and it has continued into this evening without Steve by my side. On Saturday’s we always did our shopping together (dog food and the like) followed by dining out at a place of Steve’s choosing and then normally a movie at home with our favorite drinks, Jack & Coke for me and a warm Grand Marnier for Steve. Looking at his Grand Marnier glass this evening made me remember that when we first planned our trip to France that Steve was excited for several reasons; first of course was that we were going to France and second was that we were going to the country that produced his favorite drink….Grand Marnier. Not too many people know that Grand Marnier comes in many different years and forms. There is an Orange Zest Liqueur, a Cuvee Du Centcinquantenaire 150 Yr. Liqueur, a Cordon Rouge Orange, the Original Grand Marnier, the 100 Yr. Version of the Original, and Grand Marnier Vanilla & Cherry. Well, although he never said anything, I am sure he was rather disappointed by the fact that the entire time we were in France, to include, Pamiers, Paris and Marseille, the only Grand Marnier that was available anywhere was the Orange Zest which is a rather bitter liqueur compared to the original. Apparently, Grand Marnier relies on international sales rather than major distribution within its country of origin. Steve ended up drinking mostly beer & wine the entire time we were in France. I don’t think he minded that much as we both really enjoyed our time there and besides, he gave me an education in which wines to drink when and with what, not that I am very fond of wine. I have to say as well that Steve made friends with everyone that we met, that’s just how he is, people naturally take to him very quickly and the language barrier seemed to make no difference at all. Steve was a very unique and special person. Love Vic

Date:
21 May 2008
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17:22:07
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While in Brussels this past January “08”, Steve and I were walking down a street lined with Greek and Italian restaurants around 7:00 pm. Since January was a slow time for the city, the owners and waiters were walking out into the streets trying to coax anyone walking by into their restaurants so that they could get some business. Standing in the middle of the street, Steve waved several of the Greek restaurateurs over, started negotiating with them and ended up getting us a grand table overlooking the street with free appetizers and free beer. He always amazed me in ways that I wouldn’t expect and was such a joy and loving companion when we traveled. I will always love him. Vic

Date:
26 May 2008
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11:13:24
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Today, on this first Memorial Day without Steve, I am reminded of the depth of compassion and empathy that he carried in his heart. Almost every Memorial Day he would thank me for my military service and the freedoms that it helped to maintain. I can’t really put into words how much this meant to me, or how terribly I miss him. Many years ago he gave me a silver ring which I now wear instead of the gold wedding band. He wore a matching one and they were inscribed in ancient Gaelic, “Cuirle mo Croide” (Pulse of my Heart). As I was to him, he will always be the pulse of my heart as well. Love Vic

Date:
27 May 2008
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18:50:59
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Today the office supplies came in and I was at a loss what to do withy them. Was everythingwhat we ordered, what list did I have to check? Afrter fretting for about 20 minutes, I opened the boxes and found the packing slip. Included was a new moluse pad. I threw away my old one and "installed" the new one. The curser was all over the screen and I, of course, did not knowwhat to do, except to wish that Steve was here sp he could fix it. After a few minutes I realized that the mouse was upside down. Duh..... I miss him so much. Mom

Date:
02 Jun 2008
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19:04:50
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In all of our years together, we only had one real argument, in Paris, in October 2006. I had over-reacted and although we made up, I don’t think I ever really apologized. While putting the photo albums together, I saw the photo of you sitting on that stone column in the central square, very forlorn and hurt because I had jumped on you about something stupid and trivial. I am so sorry that I was the cause and the reason for that one bad moment in our lives and although it’s rather late, I apologize with all my heart and soul. I loved you then and I still love you now. We were really enjoying ourselves that evening and I am glad that you refused to let me ruin it. Your love for me apparently brushed aside my stupidity, and after only a few moments, you told me that you loved me, grabbed my hand, and led me through the beautiful Paris night. You were one of a kind my love, unique in so many ways and I will cherish the time we had together for the rest of my life. I love you, Vic

Date:
05 Jun 2008
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09:35:03
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It has been very difficult for me to get the courage to write something on this memorial page. So many memories and emotions come to mind when I think of Steve. I can recall when we first met many many years ago at Paint Branch Elementary – in the late 70’s. I think it was second grade. We got into a fight during recess. He called me names and I kicked his butt. For years we laughed about that incident. Even as recently as a month before he passed away – Steven never called me a name (to my face) after that! LOL. Growing up with Steven as one of my best friends was an honor. In the early years of our relationship, we would share secrets with one another. Who we liked, who we didn’t, etc… We were kids – innocent in so many ways, yet beyond our years in other ways. We had a lot of good times. I can recall the many nights hanging out at the fort (which ever one was popular that the time – from the underground off of Fox trail/steps to the tunnels at Kennesaw St and of course the ever popular Smith Lake). I believe that these times in our lives molded us into the adult person we are today. Steven and I did not always see eye to eye on every topic, but he was the one of the few people that I could disagree with and it really was OK. As were grew older and physically drifted part, Steven always stayed in touch. He would send me a card or an e-mail every now and again just to say hey. When we spoke on the phone, it was like we were back in high school. Two old pals yaking away about something, you couldn’t get us to shut up. Steven often would write a short spoken and ALWAYS signed his cards, “YOUR FRIEND ALWAYS” I never doubted his friendship. Through thick and thin, I knew Steven was always there if I needed him. I do regret not telling him as often as I would have liked, how much he meant to me. I miss him dearly. Through his death, I am able to see all of the gifts that his friendship has given to me. For that I am grateful. In closing, I came across this on the internet – to my friends “Among life's precious jewels, genuine and rare, the one that we call friendship has worth beyond compare." Your Friend Always, Wanda B

Date:
08 Jun 2008
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20:47:51
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In 2005, Steve allowed Wyatt to mate with Kaeli so that they could have puppies. Steve was very excited about the entire idea of the creation of life by the two puppies he loved so much. As time went on, and Kaeli started to get large, Steve began to feel that maybe he had been selfish to put her through this ordeal just so that he could experience the birth of new life. By the time Kaeli was about due, she was fairly huge and when we went for walks one of us often had to pick her up because she would just tucker out, lie down and refuse to go any further. Steve was an extremely sensitive person and he found it very hard to live with the fact that he had allowed this to happen to his little Kaeli pup. He said a number of times that he was so sorry that he put her through all this discomfort and would never allow it to happen again. It’s hard to describe in words how badly Steve felt. When Kaeli tired out, or sighed, or sat and stared at him (as she often did), I could see the pain in his eyes as he would reach out, pick her up, cradle her in his arms and reassure her with caresses and kind words. When the time finally came and the first puppy began to emerge, Steve sat on the floor next to Kaeli for the entire day making sure that she received everything she needed to be as comfortable as possible. I sat next to Steve and did the same thing for him. We had already been together for 10 years and I would have sworn that Steve could have done nothing that would have made me love him more than I already did….I should have known better. I love you Steve and miss you so bad I ache inside.

Date:
08 Jun 2008
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22:28:38
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Steven, je vous ai aimés avec tous intime de mon être. Notre amour trancended dualité et est devenu un coeur, une âme, une vie. Maintenant, vous êtes allé et je suis déchiré; d'un demi-cœur, un demi-âme, une demi-vie. Comment dois-je continuer à vivre sans toi? Je suis dans une grande douleur, votre amour pour toujours.

Date:
10 Jun 2008
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16:26:28
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Papa Vic’… This is really shock me up!!! Never thought before that Steve will go away from us in a short time, at Monday 4/7/08 Steve still send me an e-mail for our next gather at Grenoble and we had a plan to go to Italy together. Still don’t believe it … Today, just coming back from my semi annual leave and really shock after red your e-mail, I really don’t know with Steve ailing condition. He never told me … not even a word. Papa Vic’, please send my cordial sympathy to family of Steve. I’ll really miss him … I’ll miss his stubborn when we had an arguing each other … I’ll miss his mope when we had disagreed and flaw each other … I love you Steve … Santé, Ector

Date:
12 Jun 2008
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20:14:07
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I stood on the deck today and looked out over the "park". I couldn't help but remember Steve, dressed in baggy shorts, a muscle shirt, and sandals, riding on the mower . There he'd be, earphones plugged in, circling in and out of the trees, up and down the lawn, oblivious to everything but the music playing in his ears. Sooner or later he would meet up with Vic on the other mower and I laugh at the memory of those two going round and round, almost jousting with those mowers. The park seems so empty without him. Miss you Steve Love Kathi

Date:
13 Jun 2008
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20:42:59
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In February 2002 Steve and I went to Mill Creek Cabins in Lansing, West Virginia for a week of quiet relaxation. Just to chill out and de-stress. Mill Creek sits in the mountains by the Gauley River National Recreation area and the scenery, even in February was beautiful. I have to find the rest of the pictures and get them posted but the cabin was fantastic as you can see in the pictures and we spent the week walking the trails, enjoying the views, hiking, and relaxing in the hot tub on the cabin porch. It was cold enough to keep a fire in the fireplace most of the week so we did have to do a little bit of work to gather firewood. Steve taught himself to crochet, we would run through the February cold to the hot tub and afterwards relax in front a blazing fireplace. I remember, being free from all interference of the outside world, that our love deepened as we both learned a lot more about each other. I Love you Steven, and miss you so much, Vic

Date:
20 Jun 2008
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18:19:28
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Hi Bud, Steve just want you to know I miss those weekly phone calls we had. But, I have a feeling you are looking over me as you did during my illness. For those that didn't know he was like a third doctor, every time the doctor came in and got ready to leave Steve would pull him aside and ask questions about my progress and what the medications were for. Needless to say Steve would come back to the house and look them up on the computer and call me in my room and explain in laymens terms. Steve made sure I got home safe and sound and made me comfortable until the day he had to go home. On that day I walked out to the driveway with his help and he got into his car with his pups and started his engine. I leaned into the open window and hugged him. I said, "Steve I love you" and he looked at me and said "I love you too, Dad" Steve do I forgive you for leaving me? Yes. Do I love you Steve, always.

Date:
28 Jun 2008
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17:44:42
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Steve was a wild spirit trapped in an urban life. He was at his best when he was at home caring for the property or we were off adventuring on vacation. Having to work a “9 to 5” kind of job agitated him to no end. Our plan was to move west after I retired in 2010 to either Colorado, Montana or Wyoming. Steve suggested that we purchase a small diner in a small town. He really didn’t want to have to hold down a regular kind of job and I believe he longed for the opportunity to work in a “restaurant” type atmosphere again. We agreed that this was to be our first choice if we could pull it off. Steve was very excited about returning to the wide open spaces of an area that knew well. Meanwhile, we planned to go to Grenoble, France for a week in September 2008, meet a friend from Indonesia that we made in Paris in 2006, and then travel over to Milan, Italy for the second week before returning home. Steve was also excitedly planning the 20 year reunion of his old friends and their significant others at Yellowstone in 2009. Every time we talked about the trip, the reunion or retirement, Steve would beam like a beacon. Freedom, nature and open space is what his soul craved more than anything. It was the balm that calmed his wild and sometimes angry spirit. God, take good care of my Love. I love you Steve. Vic

Date:
07 Jul 2008
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19:41:26
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Steve and I did so many things together. We were seldom ever apart and although we traveled, vacationed, went hiking & camping and many other things, the times I cherish the most were the quiet times we spent together. Times when we did simple things, like planting hosta’s or flowers, picking raspberries, walking the dogs, taking a walk together, watching a movie, just sitting and talking or the often hilarious evenings when, knowing that we would be going to France every year, tried to teach each other to speak French. I miss the quiet, often shy pleasure in his eyes when I sent him flowers or gave him some small gift for no particular reason. Most of all, I miss the pleasure, peace and comfort I felt when he was near. I know I should be telling stories about things that Steve did or said, but right now so many memories are hard to put into words. Steven, mon amour pour toi durera toujours. My love for you will last forever. Love Vic

Date:
05 Aug 2008
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21:18:06
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Steve was always telling me that I was so much smarter than he was…but let me tell you what he taught me and then you decide; Steve taught me to respect mother earth and the plants and animals that she provided;. he taught me to enjoy life as it unfolded, to cherish the good times and let the bad times fade from memory; to cherish life, no matter what it threw, at you and when things got you down, to look upon nature for serenity. Steve taught me that friends are forever, one can never have too many and one should never be untrue. He taught me the joys of simple things, like the enjoyment of a good meal, the pleasure of good company, and the contentment that comes with true love. I’m not saying that Steve was perfect, God knows that none of us are, but I only knew how to survive in this world before I met Steve, and I learned how to truly live and enjoy it during our years together. I love you Steve.

Date:
27 Aug 2008
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23:02:36
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Steve, I miss you and love you. Happy Anniversary honey, I hope you are happy and pain free. I'll hold you in my heart and mind until the day comes that we can embrace again. Loving you tonight and forever, Vic

Date:
17 Sep 2008
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23:46:31
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I don't know how many people knew this about Steve, but he loved to have a full country breakfast at almost any time during the day. There were many times when we had breakfast at 2:00 in the afternoon, just because. Of course nothing matched the "Boos" in Colorado, but we once had breakfast at a place in Columbia where it turned out that the Manager was someone Steve knew from when he worked at the Calvert House Restaurant in Laurel. The guy was a fellow waiter inyears gone by. Steve was tickled to meet the guy again, and I think a little reminicent of the times when he worked in the restaurant business. Missing you Steve, Love Vic

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Date:
18 Jun 2009
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16:46:06
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Steve always referred to his puppies, Wyatt and Kaeli as his “kids”. Now as my little MacNaught children, I try to keep them as happy as they were when they were in their Daddy’s care. Happy Fathers Day Steve and know that we all love and miss you. Wyatt, Kaeli & Vic

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25 Aug 2009
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13:57:25
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Happy Anniversary my love. I miss you so much.

Date:
26 Nov 2009
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21:34:35
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Holidays are the hardest times without you. I will always remember all of the wonderful times we shared together. Thank you so much for sharing your life with me.

Date:
21 Dec 2009
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21:33:11
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As the days go by, Each of us slowly gives away Little pieces of who we are… We give of ourselves To family, to Friends, To people we don’t even know… But always inside…We keep a special little piece…Until one day, in one given moment, We know to whom it belongs, And in giving away This special piece of ourselves, We are then complete. Steven & Victor Christmas 1998

Date:
29 Dec 2009
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22:06:39
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Steve, I got through a second Christmas without you but I find that I hurt just as much, and felt just as lonely as I did last Christmas. I’m afraid that Christmas no longer means much to me. Love you.

Date:
31 Dec 2009
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22:35:15
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New Years Eve with Steve It's very quiet in the house tonight and in that quiet I can't help but remember what New Years Eve with Steve was like. Vic would build what would become a roaring fire in the fireplace downstairs sending heat waves up the stairs and through the kitchen. Steve would be busy in the apartment making Hoppin John (absolutely necessary to ensure good luck in the new year, he said) and preparing a fondue of ConQueso with ground beef and salsa accompanied by nachos and tortilla chips. I'd be in the kitchen preparing good things to eat and Vic surely couldn't do without spicy steamed shrimp from the neighborhood restaurant. When all the goodies were ready, down the stairs we would go,with all the pups and whoever else might drop by. The TV would be on and Steve would settle on his loveseat, tuck one leg underneath him, balance his plate on his lap and between bites would give a running analysis of the New Years festivities on the big screen. He was critical and funny and he loved every minute waiting for the countdown in Times Square. The ice would clink in his glass, he'd light a cigarette and puff away and continue his commentary on that guys haircut, clothes, or big mouth. Sometimes it was really hard to get a word in edgewise and you'd find yourself laughing out loud, enjoying Steve more than anything else. He practically bounced with joy as he watched the celebration in other countries as the clock moved past 12 midnight. And finally in Times Square the glittering ball would start to come down and Steve would count out loud along with the crowd. Then there were kisses and hugs all around and best wishes for a happy new year. I'd climb the stairs and leave them together in front of the glowing embers of the fire and all was right with the world. Love you Steve and miss you - Kathi

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31 Dec 2009
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New Years Eve with Steve It's very quiet in the house tonight and in that quiet I can't help but remember what New Years Eve with Steve was like. Vic would build what would become a roaring fire in the fireplace downstairs sending heat waves up the stairs and through the kitchen. Steve would be busy in the apartment making Hoppin John (absolutely necessary to ensure good luck in the new year, he said) and preparing a fondue of ConQueso with ground beef and salsa accompanied by nachos and tortilla chips. I'd be in the kitchen preparing good things to eat and Vic surely couldn't do without spicy steamed shrimp from the neighborhood restaurant. When all the goodies were ready, down the stairs we would go,with all the pups and whoever else might drop by. The TV would be on and Steve would settle on his loveseat, tuck one leg underneath him, balance his plate on his lap and between bites would give a running analysis of the New Years festivities on the big screen. He was critical and funny and he loved every minute waiting for the countdown in Times Square. The ice would clink in his glass, he'd light a cigarette and puff away and continue his commentary on that guys haircut, clothes, or big mouth. Sometimes it was really hard to get a word in edgewise and you'd find yourself laughing out loud, enjoying Steve more than anything else. He practically bounced with joy as he watched the celebration in other countries as the clock moved past 12 midnight. And finally in Times Square the glittering ball would start to come down and Steve would count out loud along with the crowd. Then there were kisses and hugs all around and best wishes for a happy new year. I'd climb the stairs and leave them together in front of the glowing embers of the fire and all was right with the world. Love you Steve and miss you - Kathi

Date:
07 Feb 2010
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Happy Birthday Steve, its very lonely here without you. Love you, and miss you. Love, Vic

Date:
04 Jul 2010
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I think about you every day Steve but it is the holidays that are the hardest. Your Mom took me out for dinner since it was both of our birthdays. We went to Cafe de Paris and we talked about the time you made them take Kathi's fish back because it wasn't cooked properly. I sure do miss you. Love you forever and always.

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25 Aug 2010
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Loving and missing you Steve, on this, our 15th anniversary.

Date:
25 Nov 2010
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We're missing you a lot this Thanksgiving, Wyatt, Kaeli & I. I miss your wonderful smile and warm hugs and Wyatt still sleeps by your picture. I love you!

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24 Dec 2010
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Its Christmas Eve and I have your little tree set up by the glass doors. Underneath are a lot of little presents for your kids, Wyatt and Kaeli. A third Christmas without you and its still very hard. I miss your warm hugs and easy smile. I love you Steve.

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07 Feb 2011
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Happy 44'th birthday my love. I think of you always and miss you terribly.

Date:
30 May 2011
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Je commence à réaliser qu'il ya peut jamais être un autre partenaire pour moi, je ne vois pas comment on peut être, ou même la moitié de ce que vous dites ou signifié pour moi. Ma crainte longue durée de vie est devenu réalité. Je vais mourir avec un coeur brisé et vieil homme sans amour et sans amis. J'accepte ce destin si je sais que le moment venu, vous serez debout là pour me prendre dans tes bras et bienvenue chez moi. Je suis si seul sans toi. Je t'aime Steven.

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07 Feb 2012
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Steven, mon amour, je suis en train de rester avec notre ami Jeffrey et bien qu'il est un homme merveilleux, notre reationship ne ressemble en rien par rapport à celui que vous et moi avons eu ensemble. Je m'ennuie de la sensation de confort et de contenu que je avais quand vous étiez dans la même pièce que moi et que nous devions pas de mots pour montrer à quel point nous nous aimions. Tu me manques toujours et prie pour qu'un jour nous puissions tenir les uns les autres à nouveau. Mon amour Joyeux 45'th birthday.

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07 Feb 2012
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I still cry when I think of losing you. I love you Steven.

Date:
04 Dec 2012
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I love you Steve and am missing you again tonight. Love Vic

Date:
06 Feb 2013
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Happy 46'th Birthday Steve. Thinking of the good times we shared and I am still loving you.

Date:
07 Feb 2013
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Happy 46'th Baby! I love you!

Date:
27 Mar 2013
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I miss you Steve. Love Vic

Date:
26 Dec 2013
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Another very lonely Christmas without you. They say that the heartache fades with time. I am finding out that this really isn't true. I love you and miss you every day. Love Vic

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26 Dec 2013
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07 Feb 2014
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Happy 47'th my love. Missing you. Love Vic


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