A Eulogy From Betty Collins

Good Evening Everyone.

Being Steve’s aunt and godmother I have always felt a special connection to him.

It is an honor for me to be able to share with everyone a little insight into Steve’s early years.

Before I talk about Steve though, I would like to say a few words about Steve’s father Frank, my brother.  It is rather ironic that we are here in this beautiful church today because Steve’s father Frank’s formal full name was Francis Xavier Ivens.  I know he is watching over all of us today and every day.  Frank was a great husband, father, son, brother and friend as well as a hard worker.  He was also a considerate, loving, thoughtful and caring man.

Betty and Paul
Betty and Paul

I feel that Steve inherited these same wonderful qualities.

The best thing that happened to my brother Frank was marrying Cathy and then having two great kids.  Michelle was his little princess and Steve was his little buddy.

Steve as a toddler was readily noticeable with his mop of red curly hair, big brown eyes and beautiful smile.  He was a typical curious, adventurous kid.

His grandparents enjoyed babysitting for him.  Steve was always a pleasure to be around.

When he became an adult Steve and I would talk about some of his experiences with his grandparents.  I could relate to the stories because my children who were a few years older had similar stories.

One day Steve and I had a big laugh when he was describing how his grandfather would drive miles on end looking for a McDonald’s which had to be on the same side of the street he was driving on.  He ignored the many McDonald’s on the opposite side of the street because he did not want to cross over the other lanes.  At a young age Steve was very observant and respectful though probably giggling to himself during these episodes.

In his adolescence Steve’s competitive and athletic spirit began to emerge.

My brother Peter was telling me about the day that he went fishing in his boat with my brother Frank, Steve, Michelle and Cathy.  As soon as they started to fish the competitive juices between Frank and Steve began to flow because both of them wanted to catch the biggest fish.  As it turned out Steve earned the bragging rights.  He caught a whopping six inch flounder.  They all had a lot of laughs during this fishing expedition.

In high school Steve played football.  As we all know he was hardly a heavy weight, but he played on the line where he was lean, mean and fast and outsmarted the bigger players.

Steve was a sensitive soul.  After the sudden death of my husband John, Steve sent me a heartfelt eloquent letter of condolence.  The letter was a great source of comfort to me.

Since Steve was living in California we didn’t have the opportunity to see him as much as we would have liked to.  However in recent years Steve made a concerted effort to visit with his uncles, aunts and cousins.  We all looked forward to these visits.  It was great seeing Steve, his beautiful wife Thea and his adorable son Kyle.

All of our hearts back home in Massachusetts are broken.  We all love Steve very much and we will all miss Steve immensely.

On behalf of myself, my late husband John, my close friend Peter, my brother Peter and his wife Markita, my brother Paul and his wife Colleen, my sister Irene and her husband Dennis, my sister Rosemary and her husband Sam and Steve’s first cousins Johnny, Mark, Joe, Maura, Michael, Patrick, Carolyn, Maureen, Laura, Rachel, Jessica, Melanie, Faris, Gyda and Omar, and his extended family and friends I want to express our deepest sympathies to his wife Thea, his mother Cathy, his sister Michelle and his son Kyle.  You will be in our prayers and thoughts forever.

Steve, we are all very proud of you and all of your accomplishments and I know that your father Frank would be proud as well.

Steve, may God be with you always.