I will never forget Steve—a man who lived fully, loved deeply, and always stayed true to himself. One memory that makes me smile is when I pulled up with the gator, and Steve somehow got roped into supervising the wild bunch. I hit the gas a little harder than expected, and for a split second, I think I scared him half to death. He turned to Roger and said, “She tried to kill me!” A few Bud Lights later, though, he was right there ready to take on the world—flying full speed, pointing out wildlife, and guiding us, “Let’s go here.”
That was Steve—quick to laugh, always ready for an adventure, and never shy about speaking his mind. He had a spark that drew people in, a charm that made every moment brighter. But what stood out most was the love he had for Teresa. The way they shared a laugh, a kiss, a hug—it was something rare and beautiful. And when the fun was over, no matter what, she was the one who could get him to take the passenger seat.
Steve left us with countless stories and even more smiles. That’s how I’ll remember him.