Edited by author 11-22-2006 02:26 PM
It has been 49 days since Steve's passing I still can’t imagine life without him. There has not been a day that I have not thought of Steve and laughed or cried. I first met Steve when I was 9 years old. His oldest son Charlie and I grew up together and became best friends. Steve was a father to me and I loved and cared about him like a son would. I never told Steve how much I loved and respected him over the years but he knows it now. Every time I step inside the Medley home I think of Steve sitting in his brown leather chair, legs sprawled out, doing the crossword puzzle, and greeting me with a loud, “Tribler!” call. While growing up Steve was always the serious father figure of a best friend, only because I was not smart enough to understand he was joking with me half the time. Over the years Steve became more like a friend. I had the opportunity to spend 23 days with he and Charlie on our trip to Australia I will always cherish that trip. Steve and I would always discuss that trip with great humor and nostalgia. This past summer my wife, Tammy and I spent every Sunday afternoon poolside at the Medley's. Let me tell you Steve not only knew good beer, but I found out several times that Steve also knew margaritas. Summer Sunday's usually resulted in Tammy and I spending a lot more time than we had first planned on at the Medley's because we could not walk, let alone drive home. The Medley boys are more than just best friends, I love them like brothers. I would do anything for them. Jane was always happy to feed and welcome the groups of friends (and there were and are many) into their home. I am not a good writer, especially when tears are running down my cheeks. To Jane, Charlie, Joe, and Andy, know that Tammy and I are just a phone call away and perhaps a 200-yard walk in the near future. Steve I love you and will forever look forward to seeing your smiling face shaking your mayonnaise jar full of margaritas for me. See you then.

Matt & Tammy