Steve was a friend of mine all through high school and until the day he died. I think he was the person ever at South to get a perfect score on his SATs. Instead of going to a more prestigious college, he went to IPFW, so he could care for his mentally ill mother. After her death, he was free to go away to college, I think she died in 1970. An avid reader, he was my main source to know which books and which authors to read. We played poker together regularly, hung out at Broadway Joes. Although we drifted apart after he took a job in Chicago for work, (Masters in Chemistry) and I embarked on my acid daze. We reunited after he moved back to the Fort. I missed his predeath wake because I was in the hospital, I really regret that. He was a GREAT guy, fun, intellectual, and a good friend. HE WILL BE MISSED.
Steve and I knew one another in high school but not that well, mostly through friends we had in common during that time. However, I reconnected with him at our 35th reunion held in 2003 when we sat at the same table and reminisced about those long ago years. By that time he had already opened his coffee shop on Broadway. After reading the article attached to his in memoriam notice, I felt compelled to write something if only to acknowledge my admiration for the sense of humor and graceful attitude he had in facing his own mortality. As these memoria grow in frequency, I can only aspire to have that same frame of mind when the inevitable comes for me. A minister who dealt with the terminally ill once told me that it is possible to be healed without being cured. At the end of his life, Steve embodied that idea.
Kathy Azar (Hockman)
So sad to hear this....RIP Steve....
John Hume
Always had a smile for everyone. RIPAnthony (Tony) Moran
Hello the Steven Ball Family!
I did not know Steve. But, I was a member of the American Legion Post #241 Honor Guard for his service at Midwest Funeral Home.
Tony Moran, Classmate of 68
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Steve Smith
Steve was a friend of mine all through high school and until the day he died. I think he was the person ever at South to get a perfect score on his SATs. Instead of going to a more prestigious college, he went to IPFW, so he could care for his mentally ill mother. After her death, he was free to go away to college, I think she died in 1970. An avid reader, he was my main source to know which books and which authors to read. We played poker together regularly, hung out at Broadway Joes. Although we drifted apart after he took a job in Chicago for work, (Masters in Chemistry) and I embarked on my acid daze. We reunited after he moved back to the Fort. I missed his predeath wake because I was in the hospital, I really regret that. He was a GREAT guy, fun, intellectual, and a good friend. HE WILL BE MISSED.
George Wilson
Steve and I knew one another in high school but not that well, mostly through friends we had in common during that time. However, I reconnected with him at our 35th reunion held in 2003 when we sat at the same table and reminisced about those long ago years. By that time he had already opened his coffee shop on Broadway. After reading the article attached to his in memoriam notice, I felt compelled to write something if only to acknowledge my admiration for the sense of humor and graceful attitude he had in facing his own mortality. As these memoria grow in frequency, I can only aspire to have that same frame of mind when the inevitable comes for me. A minister who dealt with the terminally ill once told me that it is possible to be healed without being cured. At the end of his life, Steve embodied that idea.