I worked with Steve on many projects and systems. I helped install the firs IR Transmission gage, Two IR Reflection, offset by 1 !/2 inches. over the next 31 years I continued to work with him. It was always a joy. We talked about many things in his life. His Joy was in his family. He had a truly wonderful mind, inventive and always thinking outside the box. The sixth hole was the home of the Sturminator. My wife did the bus routing for Dublin School system. She had a different challenge every day, during the Tournament. I will always remember him sitting at the table, during lunch. Quiet and humble, he could make a statue laugh when he chose to comment. I wrote this poem When Regen passed: Because I Do Not Know Any Other Way Because I do not know any other way Who can understand the pain? Who can wish for things to be the same? Who can understand as a loved one takes a lonely walk A walk into the quiet night You live for a smile A squeeze of your hand Some small sign that let you know they understand You are with them As you have been Each day is a trial Who can understand what its like? Except someone who has done the same Will there be a moment when I can say goodbye Will he/she know if I am there? Why sit day by day as life and mind slips away Watching the decent to total isolation Oblivious to all that was a life boldly lived Because it is my Father My Mother My Sister My Brother My Spouse For love of them I sit hour by hour To bring what comfort I can Until they walk straight, firm and unbent in the sight of God. Fred T. Murphy Copyright 06/07/2004 Revised June 14,2004 I choose to remember Steve sitting at the table, Huge smile on his face, AccuRay Coffee cup in hand, Fred T. Murphy
