When I first met “Dr. Steve “ (as we affectionately called him), he reminded me of my father. It was something in his smile, and his gentle way of carrying himself. At that moment, I didn’t realize he would eventually become part of my family - Thanksgiving family, Christmas family, surprise birthday party celebrations family.
Most of the time we don’t choose our family. They are parents and uncles and cousins and they come along simply because we are all related. But Dr. Steve became part of my family because I wanted him there. My family wanted him there. And he belonged there.
I learned his history and his quirks and loved him like family. I will remember his generosity, his love for food and how proud he was of Brianne.
He lived QUITE a life. And I’m very glad I got to be a little part of it.