Sunday, December 11, 2022
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I came to know Stevie as family over the past (almost) two years, and my main condolences go to him because of the lack of emotion or depth for his passing. Stevie was one of the most direct, at times a little crass, but honest about who he was and what he wanted people I’ve ever met. He could talk your ear off for hours about all of the little projects and plans going through his brain and while sometimes I had no clue what some of what he said meant, it made me smile then and even now because for someone who faced all that he had to on a daily basis, there were fireworks in his eyes. When I first met him, I referred to him as my boyfriends “whacky cousin”, definitely a little strange until you got to know him, definitely a little flawed as we all are but absolutely a soul strung together with good intentions. If you didn’t have it and he did, he didn’t think twice about giving it. All he wanted was to surround those he cared for with love and have that love reciprocated. He had stacks of journals and notebooks recording almost all of his everyday moments and was a great writer and surprisingly poet. He could talk a fish into giving up its water bowl. His passion for his model cars was truly art, sometimes I’d think he was talking about a real drivable car, but his craftsmanship was close to as if it were. I’m not sure what’s after this but I can only hope and pray you’re finally breathing easy, smiling and maybe finally have that ‘68 Camaro. Special thank you to Ms. Meghan Pack, you don’t know me but I’m not sure if you realize just how happy and excited he was for you to give him and Buddy the chance to live his last few months in the comfort of a real home; I’ve never seen a man so ecstatic for a dishwasher and the day to day simplicities a lot of us take for granted.
