Lima: Stephen M. Pattison 61 years of Poplar Hill Road, Lima, NY died Sunday April 1, 2012 at his home. He was born June 30, 1951 the son of Eugene and Ruby Bosley Pattison in Canandaigua, NY. He was a lifetime member of the Lima Fire Dept. and the Academy of Fire Science. He was employed by the Castle Corp. in Rochester.
He is survived by his daughter Sarah of Honeoye Falls; 4 grandchildren; brother, Robert (Marjorie) Pattison of Lima; nephew, Lucas (Bridgette) Pattison of Lima.
The family will receive friends Friday from 5 – 7 PM at the Kevin W. Dougherty Funeral Home, Inc. Routes 15 & 20A, 21 Big Tree St. where services will follow visitation at 7 PM. Private Burial, Union Cemetery, Livonia. To send condolences and for further information, please visit: www.doughertyfuneralhomes.com
I Have wondered many times over the years why we no longer visited. I always thought very highly of Steve. I missed his smile and the way he looked at life. The last time I saw Steve was at Thompson Hospital where I use to work. He was visiting a friend. I have thought of Steve many times over the years. I have also thought of Ma Pattison too. I remember that I made two figurines from Ma that I believe Steve kept. I don’t know if he still had them or not. The glaze that I put on them was a Milk Glaze. They were both ladies…one had a big hat I believe and the other one had I believe a bouqiue of flowers…maybe the flower were in a basket like. I can’t remember exactly. Steve I know was Gary’s best man at our wedding and yes…we are still married and living in Canandaigua, New York in Crystal Beach which is on the East side of Canandaigua Lake. Judy was kind enough to call us and let us know of Steve’s passing. I actually started missing Steve years ago and will continue to miss him. Sherry
Only talked to you one or twice, but we could always count on your profesional service. We knew something was very wrong when our PennySaver was not delivered Sat. You will be missed, God bless.
“A relationship can weather most things and thrive in the hardest of times, but it needs little signs, calls and an ocassional silly presence every so often to save it from drying out completely” (Pam Brown) You always told me that the greatest of people will come into your life and leave you more than a memory, they will leave an impression. My friend you have done just that! You entered my life and began a trail of memories, that lead to an impression that turned into a lesson. You may not realize the imprint that you left on me, or the mark that you made in my life but I sure do. You had the most unique and simple outlook on life that at times seemed so complex. If there is anything that I will take away from knowing you its pride. For some reason you seen something in me that stood out and that is priceless. Its been a privilege to call you my friend, and an honor to call you my family. So long my friend I will see you later, we have used all the now that we have.
To the man that didn’t know how much he was loved, respected, and cherished but most importantly you will be missed Uncle Steve . So love you and so long ‘Mad Hatter’ R.I.P.
In the Best of times & in the worst of times…. we always had time. I’ll greatly miss your presents here…. but I know I’ll see you again, on the other side. In the last lift of the glass… in a toast to your philosophy & You, “Life is not a journey to the grave, with the intention of arriving safely, in a well preserved body. Rather to slide in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming….. “WOW!! What a Great Ride”!! “It sure has been, and we wouldn’t have had it any other way”.
My heart goes out to my niece Sarah for the loss of her father. I remember Steve as “the boy from down the road” who was always nice and had helped me through a “teenage moment.” you are in God’s hands now.
Thinking of all the good times but I know it has been along time though I have thought of you often over the years…memories over the years….my wedding…best man, the Christmas, family interactions, rednecking…hunting and lifting the glass. Gary