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Saturday, July 11, 2015

And I Shall Dwell In The House Of The Lord Forever

We come together today to honor and remember Steve as husband, father, grandfather, son, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin. He was always there smiling and talking. He enjoyed everyone he came in contact with and made friends wherever he went.

Steve had told Karla that he wanted his ashes scattered over the big pasture since he liked hunting there and it was home to him. However, after their dog & friend of 13 years Wyatt passed away in December, he told her that he wanted his ashes scattered over Wyatt's grave.

The following is a poem that fits Steve and how he felt about leaving the world.

Afterglow
by Helen Lowrie Marshall 
I'd like the memory of me
To be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow
Of smiles when day is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times, and laughing times
And bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve
To dry before the sun
Of happy memories I leave behind
When the day is done.
Although he wasn't a very religious person, he had his beliefs in God. Let's say the Lord's Prayer together.

Steve did not want any fuss or memorial for him. He would not want us to mourn and be sad. So to honor him in a way he would prefer, we are going to play one of his favorite songs, Copperhead Road, as we distribute his ashes and cherish your memories of this great person.

And now, as we dedicate his ashes, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our brother, Steve Hoard, and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord bless him and keep him, the Lord make his face to shine upon him and be gracious unto him and give him peace. Amen.
by Karla Hoard
 Even Steve's little donkeys came to pay their respect.
Thank you to all the family who came to honor Steve.
After the scattering of ashes, Mom & Dad, Karla, Pat and the girls went downtown as the Randolph PRIDE honored Steve when they unveiled the metal panel that he designed to go with the one he created last year.

My Mom said it best. 
Steve, you are so present in your absence.
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