Tuesday, May 6, 2025
Steve, I used to call you Saint Steven. Not because you were a saint, but because you would throw my financial statements on the floor when I handed them to you. So...I started calling you cute pet names, so you would stop throwing things on the floor - and one day, it actually worked! I got through to you, and everybody always said - send Krista in to give it to Steve, he likes her...lol! I will miss your smart remarks, your head shake, the kindness you showed me when my father passed away, you always standing outside with me to keep me company and chat whenever I went outside to have a cigarette, walking me to my car with your umbrella, there are lots of things about you I will miss. You were kind to me in many ways. May you rest peacefully in the arms of the angels until we meet again. Love Krista
