Such terribly sad news to hear about Steve’s passing. Such a lovely, kind and soft spoken man always smiling and ready to help in anyway he could. Taken from his family and the rest of the world way too early. I just don’t have the words so will add this very poignant poem that evokes just how his beautiful family must be feeling:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. 

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. 

W.H. Auden