Sunday, 22 January 2017
On the way to a memorial for our friend Steve, chef extraordinaire of the great day café and spouse of Shelly, organizer of our local beach clean up gang, I said to Allan that the gathering would not be appropriate blog material. Soon after we arrived, I realized that it was an event to share, because it so reflects the love our community held for Steve and Shelly.
In the foyer, we were given a program by Chef Michael and Nancy of the Depot Restaurant, who told us “Here’s the program, but there is no ‘program’, and you are just in time for lunch.” I photographed the paper after it had been in my pocket for a bit.
Lunch was cooked by Steve’s local chef and catering friends and featured his favourite dishes.
More than anything, Steve had wanted to get well and return to making food for his friends and customers, which for him were synonymous.
Melissa and I were especially choked up by photos of Steve romping with and hugging his beloved dogs.
At one end of the room, a replica of the counter of the Great Day Café had been constructed with items from the café and a place to write memories.
Let’s go back five years to when Allan and I were taking photos of the making of the great day café (that’s how Steve liked it, with all small letters) for their Facebook page.
During the two years that Allan and I ran an offseason series of events called The Peninsula Cash Mob, in which locals descended upon a specified shop and then had lunch at a nearby café, we featured the great day café twice. Steve was by far the friendliest and most enthusiastic host of the cash mob lunches.
In January of 2013, on the very first Cash Mob, we visited the Sweet Williams gift shop in Ocean Park and then had lunch at the tiny café.
In March of 2014, we again combined lunch at the great day café with cash mobbing the nearby Oysterville Store.
Another excellent memory-making day of Steve was when he and Shelly came to our house on Halloween of 2015 to help us with the usual 400 trick or treaters. They didn’t get trick or treaters at their own place and so they wanted to share in the fun.
We so looked forward to this becoming an annual tradition, but Steve was not well enough to be there for Halloween 2016. We missed him and will miss him at every Halloween from now on.
Our last get together with Steve took place last February at a birthday party (for Boreas Inn Bill) at the Salt Pub.
In memory of Steve, please turn out for our Grass Roots Garbage Gang beach clean up day on February 4th. Also, in his memory, donations can be made to the South Pacific County Humane Society.
“In one sense there is no death. The life of a soul on earth lasts beyond his or her departure. You will always feel that life touching yours, that voice speaking to you, The spirit looking out of others’ eyes, talking to you in the familiar things he touched, worked with, loved as a familiar friend. He lives on in your life and in the lives of all others that knew him.” *Angelo Patri
At home, on the evening of the memorial, we had a rainbow…