Some things are hard to put into words. It was not long ago I watched my buddy Steve make a 39 at 72 years of age. He and Melinda made an amazing couple. He was the Yang to her Yin.
I remember the first time I met Steve he had been crushed at the US Nationals having taken what he said was last place. He told me he didn’t want to be last anymore and I think he more than surpassed that expectation. Naval Academy Grad, he landed big aircraft on tiny aircraft carriers. National champion so many times we almost quit counting. Multi time senior world champ, Regional, State etc. etc.
One of the best and tough as nails friends a man could have. One of the best students I’ve ever coached. A blend of strength, athletic ability and wicked smarts. In fact one of the smartest guy’s I’ve ever met. Rarely saw him stumped.
Can’t believe that big ox used to be a diving champion. Who would’ve thunk. He was one of those guys that when you really needed him he was there. A die hard patriot he loved this democratic republic that he served. He was a man’s man but tender and caring to those who needed it. As a husband he modeled the blueprint. His son Scott was the apple of his eye. He was so proud of that “still” young man. Scott inherited a ton of his papa’s smarts, in fact, according to Steve he was way beyond his linage. I will so miss him.
I was texting with Krista Llewellyn this morning and I told her Steve has now joined a group of friends and family that are waiting for me to (someday) join them. This brings home the idea that life is short and I can tell you my man Mongo lived this one well. My condolences and love to all of Steve’s friends and family.
You will be missed my friend.