Oh dear Pookie, you touched our lives in more ways than words will allow. All of us who live our lives (according to Pookie) upside down are heart broken at your passing, but rejoice that you’re with our Lord. We will see you later and then we will all rejoice together. 💔

The little birds trust God, for they go singing From northern woods where autumn winds have blown, With joyous faith their unmarked pathway winging To summer lands of song, afar, unknown. Let us go singing, then, and not go crying: Since we are sure our times are in His hand, Why should we weep, and fear, and call it dying? It's merely flying to a Summer Land. R.I.P. dear Steve, you are sadly missed by everybody who knew & loved you and your ministry.

All my memories of you Steve are happy ones. You staffed on my Cursillo. (#49) You were part of the team that guided me through that weekend. Your faith, your smile, your hugs and your desire that everyone knows the love of God filled me with hope and enhanced my own faith. You were an inspiration and it was an honour to call you my friend. Rest in peace Steve and rise in glory. Ultreya. xxx

Lets try your wings were ready...our hearts were not...xxxx

Your wigs were ready our hearts were not. Love you xxxx

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Pookie. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.