Steven Charles Moldenhauer

At times, it feels like Steve left us only yesterday, but not 10 years ago! It just can't be!! His journey with cancer is still too fresh in my mind. I will always cherish the time I had with him and the life lessons I learned along the way. I still hear little things about him from others that are new to me and it never ceases to put a smile on my face and a tear in my eye. I am proud to be able to say I am Steven "Moldy Ramone" Moldenhauer's little sister.

He was certainly loved by so many people. I can tell just how much by the way people speak of their relationship or the good memories they have of him. There have been many laughs and many tears over the last 10 years for so many of Steve's loved ones. He was certainly one of the good guys that people will always remember.

I know in my heart that he is still with us in his own way. I see it all the time in my nephew, Taylor. And I'm seeing some little familiarities in Dan, too. It never ceases to surprise me.

I would still love to hear some of your memories of Steve. I never tire of them :)

Didn't know Steve that well, even though I lived next door to you guys, I was abit older, but I knew your mother Delores real well. She was a sweet heart. I'm sure the two of you are at such great peace. Wish I could have known you.

Hey Steve! You might be surprised how often I miss you, and Joe Berglund. I've learned that good friends like you and Joe are hard to find, and I learn anew every day how much was lost with your passing. Wish you were still here with us.

November 24th... it's getting to be that day again. Steve would have been 50 years old this year. Would have loved to have a big ol' party for him! Of course it would have been pretty low-key for his taste, but I know he would have just grinned and took it all in anyway.

Steve is in my thoughts more than I realize. I see First Avenue & 7th Street Entry five days a week and some little thing will come to my memory. It always puts a smile on my face. I keep looking for "Moldy Ramone" painted on one of the stars.... Maybe one day I'll see it. But for now, I have all the memories I need. And I know there will always be more in the archives!

The Strappin' Daddios

Merry Christmas, Stevie! I hope you and Mom and everyone else up there had a great reunion. I think there may have been more in your gathering than ours. There were only 7 of us this year. It was pretty quiet, but that's what we needed. We miss you and Mom so much! Please take care of each other.



We had barbequed ribs for our Christmas Eve dinner. You would have loved them! Today will be Dad, David and I for Christmas dinner. I'm making baked salmon. I hope I can make it as good as you did! You were an awesome chef!



I love you, Steve! Merry Christmas!

Dear Steve,

I hope you and Mom were able to spend your birthday together once again. We sure missed you both this year. Thanksgiving kind of lost it's touch. While the turkey was perfect, the mood was kind of sad. We did the best we could, though.



Love to you and Mom - bigs hugs & kisses,

Love, Connie

Dearest Steve -

It is my hope that you were able to meet Mom at heaven's door when she arrived early this morning. I know she was looking forward to seeing you again! Her struggles are over now, just as they were for you, and there is no better place for her to be than with her baby boy. Please look after her for us until it's our turn.

Till we meet again...

Tomorrow, November 24th, is Steve's 44th birthday.



While the days, weeks and months have been getting better, this day brings back some of the sadness all over again. We often celebrated Steve's birthday when we got together for Thanksgiving dinner. It only seemed right since he was born on Thanksgiving Day. The folks were going to have dinner with some relatives, and Steve must have gotten a whiff of the turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, and decided he wanted some, too! Maybe that's where his love for food began!! (And he LOVED food!)



Steve, wherever you are tomorrow, your family will be thinking of you and wishing you a happy birthday. We hope your journey is taking you to places you never dreamed possible. And thanks for the very special 'visits'. I hold them close to my heart.



We love you!

Mom, Dad, David, Karen (& family) and your little sis.

It has been a little over a year since we lost Steve who was a good friend to all, but not a day goes by that I don't think of him. Especially now that we are coming into the fall season. I hope that Tanya and Steve's family are Coping with their loss. I give you all my best.

A Friend Forever,

Colleen Frey

I was deeply honored when Tanya asked me to speak at Steve's memorial service last year. I would like to share those words with you:



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Hi, my name is Tim Fay (also known as Timmy Ramone), and I'm one of Steve's friends from high school. We first bumped into each other in the late 1970's and we hit it off right away because we had so many interests in common: Old movies, classic horror films, TV shows, cartoons, music, especially rock 'n' roll, and later, punk rock and new wave music -- which, for Steve, turned into pure mania. At nearly every concert, Steve was sure to be there -- be it the Ramones, the Dead Boys, Alice Cooper or Weird Al Yankovic.



I remember how excited Steve was when he got to meet the Ramones after one of their shows, espcially after Marky Ramone offered Steve a swig from his beer. Or how Steve couldn't stop laughing after seeing all four of Tex Avery's Screwball Squirrel cartoons for the first time.



But what I remember most about Steve was his sense of humor, which you could describe as somewhere between the Addams Family and The Munsters -- with a dash of Coyote and Roadrunner for good measure. In fact, if the situation were reversed, and it was Steve speaking today, I'm sure he would probably start off by saying, "Tim, I have some good news, and some bad news."



"The good news is, they're sending you off in a $500 tuxedo.



"The bad news is -- it's a rental."



...Which is precisely the kind of thing Steve would say, because he was always trying to get people to laugh; to make them happy, especially when things weren't always very cheerful.



There are so many stories that I could go on all day. But I'm going to keep this brief. So, thanks, Steve, for making life far more interesting and fun than it would have been otherwise. Adios, amigo.

I've thought so much over the last few weeks about what to write here when the time came. I really can't believe it's been a year already. In so many ways I've felt like if I can just make it through this first year then I'm "home free", but the closer it gets the more I understand that it's not as simple as that. This is something that will be with me for the rest of my life. I wish I could say it's gotten easier as this time has passed, but truth be told, in some ways the permanency of it has been more clear and therefore harder than even those first few months.



Lately the memory of Steve that I've had is simply that precious final kiss he gave me just moments before he took his last breath. We both knew it was the last, and it took great effort on his part to muster up the energy to do it. I'll remember that until the day I die.

It's hard to believe the 1-year mark of Steve's passing is only 2 weeks away. There are days where it seems like it has just happened, and days that it seems like it never happened. But then there are days that I feel like it was a long, long time ago. I think this is normal for the grieving process...?



I have had some special 'gifts of Steve' in the last few month that are worth sharing. Here's one that is very special to me: About a month and a half after he died, I was dreaming that I was in and out of Steve & Tanya's house doing yard work and trying to keep an eye on Steve, along with a bunch of other things. (It was one of those frantic, restless dreams that makes you wake up tired.) Anyway, every time I ran in to check in on him, he was sitting on the floor wearing a blue bathrobe doing a crossword puzzle or reading the newspaper. And every time he'd just smile that awesome smile and say: "I'm OK." And I really believe he was sending me a message that everything really was "Ok"..



There has been a few other incidents where Steve has paid me a visit (so to speak), and I was curious to know if anyone else has a story to tell. I'd love to hear it.

Dear Tanja, it is a cold winter day and the candles are burning and I think of all the dear people we lost from this earth the past year - now I see them as our guardian angels and they probably know more about us, as we do ourselves. Tini mentions very often your husband and her friend. Maybe I'll stay sometime a little longer at her place and we can meet again this summer. When we talk about our dear departed ones, they will stay alive and the memories can help in difficult hours. I wish you a good year, stay healthy and in this time of the year, stay warm.

Someone is thinking of you. Ilse D.

I knew Steve starting in 1973; it was before punk but I can testify that the reasons we all loved him were already there - the genuine kindness, the unbridled artistic talent, the insight. Even at thirteen, he taught everyone around him the value of laughter. I feel lucky to have known him: 8th grade drafting class, High School Drama, clubbing in the early eighties, it was always fun.

In Loving Memory of Steve, and our cousin, Jim Volker, who we lost in March of 2003. Merry Christmas, guys! We love you, and we miss you both! We hope you are having a special family reunion this year with all the family who have passed on before us.





"My First Christmas in Heaven"



I see the countless Christmas trees,

Around the world below.

With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars,

Reflecting on the snow.



The sight is so spectacular,

Please wipe away that tear.

For I'm spending Christmas,

With Jesus Christ this year.



I hear the many Christmas songs

That people hold so dear.

But the sounds of music can't compare,

With the Christmas choir up here.



For I have no words to tell you,

The joy their voices bring.

For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.



I can't tell you the splendor,

Or the peace here in this place.

Can you just imagine Christmas,

With our Savior, face to face?



I'll ask him to light your spirit,

As I tell him of your love.

So then pray for one another

As you lift your eyes above.



Please, let your hearts be joyful,

And let your spitit sing.

For I'm spending Christmas in Heaven,

And I'm walking with the King!



Love from Mom, Dad, David, Karen & family, and Connie

Happy Birthday Stevie. Not a day goes by that you are not in my thoughts and it is amazing how many little things each day remind me of something you said or did. Those little reminds sometimes bring a smile and often they bring tears. I'm very thankful I had the opportunity to spend so much time with you durng your last few months with us. Thursday will not be the same, I miss you and love you. Rest in Peace little brother.

Lovingly, Karen

IN REMEMBERANCE OF STEVE ON HIS BIRTHDAY, Monday, November 24TH.



Steve, even though we can't celebrate your birthday on Thanksgiving Day like we used to, you will forever be a big part of our day. We love you so much, and we miss you. Glorified Rice will never be the same.





"God looked around his garden, and saw an empty place.



He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.



He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.



God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.



He knew that you were suffering,

He knew you were in pain.



He knew that you would never get well on earth agian.



He saw the road was getting rough, and the hills were hard to climb.



So, He closed your weary eyelids and whispered "Peace be Thine".



It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone.



For part of us went with you the day God called you home".





We give thanks that your suffering is over. Rest in Peace, Steve.

Til we meet again...

Love, Mom, Dad & Family.

Steve, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you and cry. I miss you very much! My tears are mostly for myself, because I know you are out of your pain and suffering. And wherever your journey is taking you, I know it will be a place where you will finally see the whole picture and get your 'why's' answered.



Next Sunday we will be having our first family get together without you. It will be a tough day for all of us. If you can, let us know you're there with us, too.



I miss you, Steve!!

Love, your little sister

moldy loved punk karaoke, and punk karaoke loved moldy. we still do.



he's sorely missed.



kick stiv in the shin for us, moldy.



the punk karaoke family will always remember you.

Although I met Steve many years ago, I never knew him outside of the usual "Hey, man" at the Entry.

I'm glad that through the old online BB "TCPunk" and mutual friends that I was able to get to know him better. It also wasn't until fairly recently that I realized that Tanya and Moldy were my close neighbors.



Such a great soul that man had, it was obvious just looking at him. I wish we could have spent more time hanging out, I never did get to watch some monster movies with you guys, my work took up too much time since the beginning of this year.



Rock on, Moldy!

You left me a month ago today, and so far I still can't believe it's really over. I've lived with the fear of this moment for so long that now it seems unreal.



The implications of not having you in my life, on so many levels and in so many ways is sinking in a little more every day. I'm trying to be brave, but I know that for the rest of my life I will miss you every moment of every day, and that there will be so many times where I will wish I could share with you all the things I know you would have loved. And although I know you're all around me now, there's nothing I will ever want more than to gaze once again into your blue, blue eyes and get lost all over again.



I love you forever,

Tanya

Steve,



We kept planning to do that dinner with you and Tanya, after your 7th street entry thang...and before....I am sorry we never did get to do it...miss you.

It was so sad to have to say goodbye to punk's number one fan. But as is so fitting that the memorial service, while a sad occasion, also contained a lot of humour with stories about how Steve had touched people in so many different ways. Steve's passing was sad, and way, WAY too soon, but his life wasn't sad at all. It was always a better day if Moldy was around. And it's hard to think of Steve without coming up with a fun story or two...



I will always remember Steve pogoing in front of the stage at Fine Art's gigs; his black leather jacket always came with a huge grin attached and most often a helping hand. I was going through some of the 20+ year old recordings of the band a couple of months ago -- at the end of one of our shows at MacCafferty's (after a fairly long, hot set where Steve had danced his heart out) you can plainly hear him through the stage mics asking the band if he could get us something to drink. If it were me, I'd probably have been at the bar as the last chord was ringing out but hot and sweaty - and undoubtedly thirsty - as he was, Steve took a moment to see if we needed help. I hope we thanked you properly for that Steve.



The last time I saw him was a few months ago -- even under those dreadful circumstances, when he saw me the first thing I saw was that irrepressible smile. For that moment I could forget how sick he was and how much pain he must have been in -- it was the same smile I'd seen twenty or more years ago when I first met him. And once again, the image of Moldy Ramone, down in front, jumping up and down in time with the music, it all came back. Thanks for making life a little more enjoyable for so many people, Steve. Oh, and thanks for the drinks...

Steve once made me laugh so hard coffee came out of my nose. He was a great guy; sweet, friendly, and a fantastic individual to drink beer with in general. I miss him deeply. I wish that I had gotten to hang out with him more, and possibly repay him for the coffee out the nose thing. The next cat I get shall be named Ertnog the Difficult in his honor.

And Tanya is the strongest person in the world.

Little did I realize that when I answered a City Pages "Roommate Wanted" ad that I'd be meeting my eventual wife, a future bandmate, and a one-of-a-kind friend. My first night at the 2424 Harriet house, Stevie & John Eric came home from the Gwar show with fake blood all over their white t-shirts. I knew then that I was in good hands. Over the 4 years I lived with Stevie, he was indeed a true comrade. A band I was in at the time practiced in the basement of the house, and although I knew it wasn't Moldie's cup of tea, he was one of first persons to support us in our transition from a Fernando's band to an Entry band. And he never once complained about the "noise". By far, the best roommate I've ever had. He was always the most generous of persons. It seemed like our roommates never cleaned and ate a lot of our food, but Stevie never complained. His generosity was just that sincere, his talents even more profound. I doubt there's ever been anyone that could imitate the voices of Mel Blanc/Hanna Barberra & Bevis/Butthead any better. His days in the Strappin' Daddy-O's are some of the most memorable of the Twin Cities music scene at that time. He was one of most energetic live singers I've ever seen, and you could tell where his Stooges/Dead Boys/Cramps influences had played a large part in his theatrics. One of the funnest bands to see live. I've never seen a more concentrated effort of perfection than his rather large pewter horror figure collection that he hand painted, the attention to detail, and the expertise he wielded with brushes made of just a few horse minute horse hairs was truly amazing. And Stevie had a vast knowledge of cult movies and horror flicks that went way beyond anything that Discount Video could ever provide, and he relished in baffling the staff over there, at the same time befriending them all.



I'm so happy that Stevie's last years were spent with Tanya. It seems that good guys always make bad choices in women, and up until Tanya, Stevie hadn't been the luckiest in love. He certainly was with Tanya, soulmates if there ever were.



My most sincere condolences go out to the entire Moldenhauer family, Connie, Tanya, and the entire friends community that Steve helped create and that I'll always feel a part of.



We'll miss you dearly, my brother.



Jay & Mary Mote

415 Dupage Street

Elgin, IL 60120

[email protected]

Throughout my life I have always known that the only thing certain in life, is death. Why has it taken one of the most loving and positive people in our lives, at such a young age, when the world sometimes seems as though our loved ones are the only thing that can save us? I , of course, can not answer that. But, I can tell you, that the only thing that I can do from this tragic loss of my dear friend Steve, is take the love, humor, sincerity, passion, and creativeness that he has shared with me, and now, share it with others. He was a teacher. Now I also know there is something else that is certain in life, that there is true love. I also learned that from Steve and Tanya. Steve, you're energy will never die.

Hi, My name is Jade and I am tanya's neice, which would ultamately make steve my uncle. I never really got to know him very well since him and tanya lived so far away, but when I did see him i remember him being a vibrant colorful human being. He was happy and full of life. The last time I saw him was this easter, and as you may know he was very sick at that time, it really tore me apart. I attended his memorial service and it really blew my mind how he touched so many people and the great extent to which he loved my aunt brought tears to my eyes. Everyone desearves perfect love and perfect happiness, and i just hope that steve found that before he passed, and by the looks of it i am sure he did!

though i only got to meet steve over the period of one weekend, he is a fella i will not soon forget, a man of strong spirit and positivity. Steve and Tanya were two of the coolest people i met and their love of rock and roll appeared to only be second to the love they seemed to share. i wish i could have gotten to know steve better yet i will remember him for all of my life after only spending one weekend around him. stay cool steve you will be missed but not forgotton.Tanya, arlen and tylers prayers are with you, stay strong

Peace, my friends, peace...I'm relieved for you both, Steve and Tanya, because the fight's over, but I'm also so very proud to know people like you guys. You stood side by side and put up an admirable, informed fight against a horrible disease. You remind me that there is real caring still in people: deep, true good in love that still can be found in our friends, and that you two have exemplified the way people should treat those they love when they are in trouble - whatever that trouble represents.



Truly, your partnership sets an amazing precedent for what it means to marry someone and walk with them through their life. All of it.



You have my deepest sympathy, Tan, but my deepest admiration as well.



Big Love...

All it took was to shake Steve's hand, to look in his eye at the Entry, to see what a great guy he was. Remember he and Tanya talking in eachother's ears during some local rock 'n roll show, grinning at the rawness of it all.

Some knew him well and some knew him from around, in the end we all miss him. Good people are hard to come by, we were lucky to know a person like Steve.

although i've only met steve and tanya in person once, they have both struck me as loving, sincere people.... the world needs more steves, not less.



may steve's spirit find peace in the next world- and may tanya have peace in this one.



jim

We met Steve thru Tanya and had the privelege of having them at our house for family occasions. I would always remark on how much he could eat! After attending the memorial service, we both wish we could have known "moldy ramone". He seemed so relaxed and quiet at our house, one would hardly know that he had this fantastic fixation for punk rock. To Tanya, our hearts ache for you: To Steve, happy journey!!

You didn't need to know Steve very long to experience his long-standing passion for punk. Here's a 30 April 1980 letter to the Twin Cities Reader that he penned in uniquely Steve disgust:



"There I sat, reading the Zodiac item [in the previous issue], 'Punk becomes Hollywood chic' more than a little revulsed. To Streisand, Ross, Cher & all the other Hollyweird glitter ghouls: where do you morbid plasticoids get off capitalizing on new wave like that, anyway? You who haven't the barest idea of what the Pistols stood for? Punk is an *attitude*--not some 'fad' for you parasites to squeeze a few bucks out of. So why don't you crawl back to your big fat record companies & leave new wave music to those who can at least understand & appreciate it, huh?" --Steve Moldenhauer

I never had the opportunity to meet Steve. However, my dear friend Connie certainly held her brother in highest regard and from all the wonderful stories she tells, he will be missed by so many. My prayers, thoughts and love goes out to Connie and her family as they see Steve move on to his eternal life. Heaven will be so enriched with Steve's presence.

Steve was a very dedicated person and was well liked by all. He and Tanya held such positive attitudes and no matter what obstacle life held for them they met it with a positive attitude and held thier heads high, for this they were greatly admired. Steve's dedication and devotion will always be remembered that and his great sense of humor. Steve will be greatly missed. Halloween will be a special day for me as monsters were one of his pasttimes that he shared in conversations and at our work Halloween parties, sometimes he would bring in one of his models that he had painted. For all to see and appreciate. My deepest heartfelt sympathy to Tanya and Steve's Family.

A Friend Forever,

Colleen Frey

Although our paths crossed for just a brief period, I felt a special love for this person that could make me laugh so hard on the messageboard. Steve gave the best hugs and kisses. You could feel the sincerity. Brightening my day, Tanya and Steve showed up to visit one evening at Riverside where I was stuck with my broken leg. Walking into punk karaoke for the first time and being greeted by Steve's warm smile. Feeling the love in the Entry at the Midwinter.



I love you, Moldy. Have a beer with Joey and DeeDee for me.

Thank you Steve for your love and devotion to our daughter Tanya. For making her smile and to know that she was always loved by you. May your memories continue to bless her and your family as they go ahead in life without you We will miss your smile and all that you were.

May God be with you now.

Norman and Emilie Warwas,

My memories of Steve began in the 80's at MCAD, and the music community, and continued til the last day. I was thrilled when Tanya had met him, and they instantly fell in love. 2 friends, who, upon meeting and connecting, became better people. Soul mates. I knew they were in good hands with each other. And I know Steve is in good hands now--with all of his rock and roll buddies. Where there is no pain, no cover charge, and a good view of all the hundreds of hearts he touched with his generous spirit and smile.

We love you Steve and Tanya.

Love, Bonnie

We're so sorry we missed knowing Steve and Tanya very well, but it’s hard to get to know anyone from brief encounters at family reunion picnics that are spread years apart. From comments we’ve heard before and read in this Guest Book, we know we missed someone very special! Our thoughts and prayers are with all those who were close to Steve, and most especially Tanya, during this time of sorrow. May the Peace of the Lord be with you all.

I'll never forget his jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and his friendly smile. I'll never forget the time I chatted with him as he painted his pewter model. I'll never forget his collection of monster models. I'll never forget the time we hung out with group of art students seeking out great underground bands. I'll never forget his famous Rat with sledgehammer jacket. I will never forget Moldy Ramone.



Moldy Ramone will be missed.

Tanya and family, I'm so sorry for your loss.

thank you steve, for showing me how life should be lived-to the fullest, having the loudest laugh, the wildest dance, the craziest party, the punky-est music and the sweetest marriage. you and tanya personified the meaning of love, respect, dignity and devotion.

i love you both. -cindy

I remember helping with the benefit in Marble MN in April of 2002 and as the benefit was going on, Steve just could not believe the generosity of people and the hard work that went into getting the benefit together. He was so overwhelmed with it all that he even cried at times. I remember Steve as being so kind and so interested in what we had to say when we talked to him. I was so glad that Tanya finally found her soul mate, as the two of them seemed to have come from the same mold. Steve will be missed by all. Our hearts go out to Tanya, and the families too. Love Aunt Lynn and Uncle Les

I met the Moldenhauer family in 1969 when our family moved into the neighborhood,and boy the stories we all could tell!we won't go there.

Steve was hilarious tho',the pretend your a radio announcer over the phone making people think they were playing to win money to making up diarea commercials for creative dramatics. steve was, is, and always will be a little brother to me,a very special friend and a very missed great guy!we love you steve and you will be missed terribly.

Susie and Howard Markel

Lavonne Bode

I have a lot of memories of Steve. The ones that will always stick out in my mind are of him dancing right in front of the stage in the Entry at the Mofo's shows; singing along with Aerosmith/Iggy/Stones at parties; his monster models. He was a great, fun, sweet guy.

Steve will be missed by many so many different people. People like myself who shared an interest with Steve in monster modeling as well as musical interests. One fond memory I have is a weekend spent with Steve at a monster convention in Virginia in 1993. We had a blast! Many laughs and many memories. He will be missed and never forgotten. Thanks Steve for just being Steve, one of my local monster friends!



Terry Ingram.

I never did get to meet Steve. However, I can tell that he was a very special person to so many people. I know that he meant the world to Tanya. Over the last couple months I have talked to Tanya quite a bit on messenger, and she would tell me how things were going. You were so stong. Tanya, my heart aches for you. Please know that you are in my thoughts constantly. I will see you at the memorial. Loves, Your Cousin Jessica

I first met Steve in the late 80's when I lived in Chicago and he was in the Strappin' Daddios with my brother Eric, Frankie French and Bronto. They crashed at my place every time they played in Chicago and it was always a great time.



One thing I will always remember about Steve was the fact that he could imitate just about any voice he heard and was the master of cartoon voices. I was so impressed by this talent that I was sure that he could make some serious money doing cartoon voiceovers and such. I stumbled upon a Hanna-Barbera contact at the law firm I was working for and passed along the info to Steve, begging him to call. I was miffed when he didn't pursue it. But that was Steve, ever humble, never knowing what an impact he had on people, and not hungry for money or material things. What mattered most to Steve were things that you can't put a dollar value on, well, unless you're a lawyer. He valued the relationships he had. When you talked to him, you knew he really heard you.



Being depressed just wasn't an option if you were around Steve. He made me laugh and laugh harder and louder than anyone I was ever with and he wasn't even trying to do so - he was just being Steve. Once, when we were playing pool in a bar in Uptown, I was sure that we were going to get kicked out because we got the giggles so bad we were holding up the table - we couldn't make a shot. By the time we left, I was physically weak from laughing so much. In fact, I don't know if I can picture Steve without a smile on his face.



Another thing about Steve, he gave the best hugs.



I am so glad that he and Tanya found one another. They were truly made for each other.



I feel lucky to have known Steve and will cherish the memories of the moments we shared.

Thanks for being a "Great" friend and stepdad. We're really gonna miss you.

Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, could own punk-rock karaoke like Steve. He was the best! Truly one of the coolest people I have ever met.



Tanya, my heart goes out to you. He was lucky to have you. The two of you have inspired me since I met you, two years ago.



You know he's probably up there with Joey right now, makin him jealous...

Thank you to all of Steve and Tanya's friends who have been so very supportive of them in the last three and a half years. I know all Steve's friends were special to him for so many different reasons. I know he will never be forgotten. Please think of him when you attend a cancer fund raiser. And please, please, please educate yourself on Melanoma. You may save yourself or a loved one from this illness.



With love from Steve's sister, Connie

I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world



I see skies of blue and clouds of white

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world



The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"

They're really saying "I love you"



I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow

They'll learn much more than I'll ever know

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

My heart goes out to Tanya and family... Steve was a special person that made the most of every day of his far too short life.

I am a better person for having known him and will miss him dearly.