Transition: Stephen Cooper Cawsey (Dec. 26, 1939-June 30, 2018)

Friday, July 20, 2018

Stephen Cooper Cawsey of Eureka Springs, Ark. was born Dec. 26, 1939 and left us June 30, 2018.

He is survived by his wife of 26 years, Gail; son Mark and his wife Sherry and their children, Jacob and Carlee; daughter Kelly and her husband Kent and their two children, Chase and Anna. Please visit nelsonfuneral.com for full obituary.

The following eulogy was written by a very special lady, Ms. Linda Perkins, who loved him dearly. She held a special place in his heart for more than 30 years and knew him well.

“I am still in shock over the news of Steve’s passing. He was such a good man and such a strong man that I guess I thought he would live forever …

I have lit a candle for him and poured a glass of wine for me and am remembering some of the great fun times we all spent together.

I know you are already missing him. Those glimpses of him you see in the corner of your eye will continue for the rest of your life. He was strong and loving and occasionally annoying. He and I could easily compete in the know-it-all contest. He could fill up a room with just his presence. I remember how those beautiful blue eyes would crinkle up when he flashed that big, engaging smile. He always seemed happy and clearly he was madly in love with you. I can still hear him say, “Cool your jets, Gail!” when he thought you had one too many margaritas.

Steve had such a passion and appreciation for the outdoors. He loved trees and flowers and animals and being near a body of water whether it be the Puget Sound, Big Bear Lake, the Oregon Coast, the Strait of Juan De Fuca, San Diego Bay or Beaver Lake. I always felt his stints as a smoke jumper and volunteer fireman were a way for him to protect the nature he loved (and a way for him to meet chicks – lets face it, firemen are hot!). In fact, his passion was so infectious that his grandson, Jacob, is currently following in his footsteps as a Hot Shot for the forest service and hopes to one day be a smoke jumper like his grandpa Steve. This was a source of immense pride for Steve.

As we know, Steve loved his NASCAR and spent more than a few Sundays watching cars drive around in a circle (really, an oval). I have never understood the sport of car racing or should I say, I have never understood the people who love the sport of car racing. But, Steve loved it and it wasn’t my job to figure out why.

My little candle is nearly extinguished and my glass of wine long gone. I have shed some tears for Steve and for you and for me, but mostly for Steve. He will be missed.”

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