L. Steven Zeke McGrade

It has been 18 years since I last saw you. You are missed and thought about. We will never forget you. God is with you.

The voice on the phone, that should have been on radio or TV, that had us all smiling each and every call! That is what we most remember about Steve. I work with his sister Dorris, and we came to know Steve from him calling her over the years. And when he called, we all fought to speak to the man with the silver voice! Smooth, soothing, and always so gentle. He always made us laugh and smile - and blush a bit! We always enjoyed Steve visiting Dorris in the office, and will miss him very much....

When the road turns
and there are two paths ahead
one must choose
you choose your path
you start to walk
you never realize how many talk
they thank you for what
youve done for them
they say a prayer
sin is at end
youre now at peace
forever loved
thank you God
for bringing my Uncle above...

Steve McGrade was known to us as "Zeke". Or, as I would often refer to him, "the Zeke- meister."
Paul and I met Zeke 19 years ago in Rensselaer. We were living at my father's house on Belleview Terrace; we had just moved back to the area from NC. Two doors down from us, Zeke was renting an apartment. The landlords, Cheryl and Dave, babysat our children after school. Next door to them was my childhood friend and her husband, Maureen and Bruce Hotaling. It was Bruce who introduced us to...