Fly high Brother, eat cake, write your name in the snow, dance, run, do everything that you couldn't do while you were here with us! You are missed! I love you!

We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name...in life we loved you dearly but in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to see you go, but you didn't go alone for part of us went with you on that day god called you home. You left us amazing memories, and still love is our guide...though we cannot see you...you are always going to be by our side. Yes our family chain is a little more broken, and nothing seems like it will be the same but God calls us all one by one. This chain will link once again... for you are not alone fly high uncle Steven, and keep Grammy, Aunt Mabel, Aunt Tink, and Pap company for we will all meet again. You will be missed. Love you uncle Steven!