Steven Edward Peters

I grew up on the same block with Tracy, Stacy, Brian, Scott and Steve. My favorite memory of Steve was a street baseball game where we'd just gather a bunch of us kids and get a tennis ball, form teams and start up. Steve was the pitcher and was egging me on, a scrawny little girl much younger than him. I hit a line drive straight into the middle of him and all he could do was try to catch his breath while laughing his head off at how this punk kid had shown him! He always had the coolest...

I remember at one of the camp outs I attended one year where one of the guys accidentally wrecked Steve's jet ski. I braced myself for a yelling fest, as I had been accustomed to that kind of reaction when stuff like that happened, only to hear Steve look at the damage and say "bummer". No yelling, no making the guy feel bad. That blew me away! A memory I will always have. You were one of a kind Steve!
~Katherine Wickline

Steve I will always remember all the good you brought to this earth, I miss you dearly my friend. I know you have secured 1st base on the greatest field of all and I will join you one day my friend on the greatest stage of all. God Bless you!