Wednesday, July 1, 2026
Steve was a heart-y guy -- meaning he had a lot of heart -- and showed that in his dedication to what he believed in and cherished. A tiny example: for years Steve was a stalwart in helping organize and carry out the all-night breakfast put on for studying students approaching finals week. (I lasted one year.)
My heartfelt condolences for your loss, Jamie, Luke, Adam, and family.
Maya Angelou's poem "When Great Trees Fall" reads in part:
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down in tall grasses,
and even elephants lumber to safety.
When great trees fall in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses eroded beyond fear.
...
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed. We can be.
Be and be better. For they existed.
