A friend of mine passed away today. His name was Steve Buie. Steve was an important part of the world, and a valid human being to me. Steve was a welder here at Western Towers, and a highly skilled craftsman. He was stoic, tough as nails, rough around the edges, and a true individualist. He also had a good sense of humor, and could laugh out loud at some of lifes comedy and adversity. Steve was the kind of guy who didnt instantly warm up to people. He had his buttons that you learned not to push, but once you were in his circle of friends, you got to know him, and appreciate him for who he was. He had a hard life, but he took pleasure in, and enjoyed the things that brought him happiness. Like a lot of so-called gruff people I know, Steve was kind to animals, and took in, and fed several strays. Steve and I shared a love for building things from scratch, and talked about that often. He loved music, and was a musician in his earlier life. He had a love for building radio controlled planes, but somehow never had the heart to fly them out of a fear of crashing his painstakingly crafted work. The last time I visited Steve, he lay in his bed barely able to speak. As I held his hand, and told him that I cared about him, it was almost too much for me. I felt the realization that he would never fly any of those planes which hung from the ceiling, or ride his Harley which was parked right there in his living room. Not in this life anyway. Some of my best friends are stoic individuals, much like my own father was. They are people who dont hang conditions on you, or require constant upkeep or maintenance to your friendship in order to keep it present and valid. I could go weeks without seeing or talking to Steve, but when I did see him we always shared an understanding laugh about something we had in common; lifes nature of nearly always throwing you a curve ball, and coming up with a solution on how to throw it back at life. Sometimes those who consider themselves an island in the sea of humanity end up leaving the largest void when theyre gone. I hope Steves afterlife includes flying those planes, and riding that Harley. You will be missed brother man. My thoughts, and prayers go out to Steve, Sharon, and to all of the friends and family who love, miss, and value him. Many thanks to Migo, Matt C, the Anderson family, and others for being there to help, and comfort Steve, and Sharon.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 19:20:04 +0000
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