In Loving Memory of Steven Donald Harse
August 15, 1957 – May 21, 2025
On May 21st, the world got a little less sarcastic and a little more bland with the passing of our beloved brother and uncle at the age of 67.
After years of valiantly flipping off Parkinson’s and renal disease, he finally decided he’d had enough of hospital gowns, medication schedules, and people telling him what to do.
Steve was many things: a professional smartass, an expert in unsolicited commentary, and the only person we knew who thought mashed potatoes were incomplete without a generous dollop of ketchup.
He had a wildly unfiltered sense of humor that frequently made us laugh, and then exclaim, “Uncle! You can’t say that!”
He also had a deep and passionate love for chocolate. He wasn’t picky; if it had chocolate in it, he wanted it (and probably two helpings). His sweet tooth was only rivaled by his sweet heart, though he’d roll his eyes at us for saying that.
He had a lifelong appreciation for the healing properties of marijuana, for ‘medicinal purposes’ often followed by what we fondly dubbed the ‘uncle shuffle’.
He leaves behind a family who loved him, even when he was being utterly inappropriate: brothers Glenn and Alan, nieces Jessica (Darren) and Christina, as well as many great and great-great nieces and nephews. Also missing him, and the extra treats, is his four-legged buddy, Lorenzo.
We’ll miss his jokes, his brutal honesty, his side-eyes, and yes, even his bizarre food choices.
Rest easy, Uncle Steve. Wherever you are, we hope the weed is legal, the desserts are unlimited and nobody’s telling you to behave.
June 1st, 2025
Sending my deepest condolences to the family during this difficult time.
Jess, Kyersten & family may your uncle rest in peace, and may you find comfort in the memories you hold close. My thoughts are with you all.
June 1st, 2025
You had a tough life and I'm glad you could feel comfortable in your final years.
Rest In Peace
June 1st, 2025
Hi Uncle,
Although the time you were part of our lives was relatively short, it was very memorable. Your quick wit, often deemed inappropriate or not politically correct, was a staple of who you were.
No matter what people thought, you lived your life by your rules. I can respect that. What fun would life be if we had to act and talk a certain way to please everyone else.
You had a kind and gentle soul, mixed with the right amount of I am who I am like it or not.
Wherever your spirit is out there, I want you know that you often made us smile or laugh and enriched our lives. I hope you have found the peace and rest that you deserve Uncle Steve.
May 30th, 2025
Hey Uncle,
It’s hard to believe you are gone. Part of me is still waiting to hear the “Uncle Shuffle” or hear a “classic Uncle Steve” quote at a family gathering.
Thank you for the laughs, the good chats and the stock pot you gave to James and I. It’s special to have something from you. I will always remember our chats on the couch, while you watched the history channel or logging shows. We talked about you growing up, your trips on the road and more. Of course, with inappropriate comments ( he didn’t even know were inappropriate), while sneaking Enzo a couple of extra treats.
Rest Easy, Uncle. You will never be forgotten.
May 30th, 2025
Dear Human,
I never thought I’d be writing you a letter. Then again, I never thought you’d leave me so soon.
The house is quieter now. I still wait by the kitchen at the usual times, half-expecting you to shuffle in with your slippers and that look in your eye—the one that meant, “treats are coming, even if we just had lunch.” You always fed me more and more, even as my belly swayed like a hammock when I walked. I knew you couldn’t resist me, and honestly… I didn’t mind.
You loved me with every bite and spoonful. I loved being your sometimes-shadow who happened to weigh 20 pounds too many. You always said, “Life’s short—have the snacks.”
…Okay, you didn’t. You likely just wanted me to stop whining for food. Close enough.
I miss you terribly—and not just for the meals, though those were top-tier. I miss your lap, your voice, the way you whispered to me like I understood every word (which, for the record, I did—especially when it was about dinner). The others take care of me now. They give me “portioned meals” and talk about my “health.” I know you’d be horrified.
I hope wherever you are, there’s a warm spot in the sun, and someone handing out treats just as generously as you did.
Until we meet again,
Your slightly slimmer, still spoiled furball friend,
~Enzo
May 30th, 2025
Rest in peace Uncle.
May 29th, 2025
You left this world surrounded by love and will be missed but never forgotten.
Rest in Peace Uncle Steve
May 27th, 2025
Journey on, brother.
You will be missed by so many.
Love to you in heaven
from your brother, Al
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