In Loving Memory

Steven Curtis Hardy Sr.

June 23, 1958 ~ November 1, 2004

This memorial website was created in the memory of our Father and Husband,Steven Curtis Hardy Sr. who was born in Virginia on June 23,1958 and sadly passed away on November 01,2004 at the young age of 46.Our Father/Husband will never be forgotten,he will always live in our hearts.He was the foundation of the strong family that we have come to be today.It is because of our Father/Husband that we are who we are today.Our Father/Husband was one of the strongest willed people you ever would have met.He had a great attitude on life and never let little problems stop him from doing what he wanted to do.


Our Father suddenly passed away from
IPF, he had it for years we believe but it went undiagnosed
To learn more
http://www.pulmonaryfibrosis.org/ipf.htm


It ain't fair you died to young,like a story that had just begun,but death tore the pages all away,god knows how
I miss you ,all the hell that I been through,just knowing noone could take your place.......Kenny Chessney

Steven Curtis Hardy's Immediate Family:

~ His Beautiful Wife Janet

Children :

Theresa       Stephanie      Rebecca          Angela      Steven Jr. 

Grand Children :

Steven               Jenna             Andrew           Joseph

Adreanna           Alyssa            Brooke            Nathaniel

Makayla              Darren           Danielle     

Christopher        Chelsee

Karaleigh 

Extended Family -

~ Marian Windsor (Mother) R.I.P.02-09-05 We All Love and Miss You

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~Frank Hardy (Father) R.I.P. 11-26-86...We all Love You and Miss You

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ ~Paul Dabler (StepFather) R.I.P 10-26-06...We all love You and Miss You 

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~ Richard Hardy (Brother) R.I.P. 6-20-06...We all Love You and Miss You 

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~ Jeffrey Hardy (Brother)

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~David Ward (Brother)

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Things my father loved to do:

My father loved to go out into his yard and take care of his lawn, his pond ,which was so beautiful, he was so proud of his yard, his pond, his pretty green grass.He would come home from work and go out and just sit in the yard, he just loved being there so much.
My father loved the outdoors. Boating, crabbing, fishing,
camping. He would much rather be outside then inside.

I will always remember the last few months before he passed away. He got a boat and was out on it almost every weekend crabbing.Mostly with his son, his only son Steven Curtis Hardy Jr. He's a spitting image of his father.
He was really starting to get out again, prior to that it's like he lost interest in things he used to love to do. I pointed it out to my mother and then a few months before he passed he was out just having so much fun and I was so proud and happy to see him happy again, doing the things that he loved to do. 






For Steven C Hardy, Frank Hardy and Richard Hardy

Fisherman's Prayer

I pray that I may fish until my dying day,
and, when it comes to my last cast;
I then most humbly pray,
when in the Lord's great landing net
and peacefully asleep;
that in his mercy I be judged
big enough to keep.
-Anonymous

A Poem for my Guardian Angel
(my father)

I believe in angels mine is with me every day,my angel is my daddy ever since he passed away;I love you dad I know that I wil see you again,when we finally meet again in HEAVEN;
Love Your Oldest Daughter Theresa






If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him Id play a song that would never ever end because Id love to dance with my father again
Sometimes Id listen outside her door and Id hear how my mama would cry for him " Id pray for her more than me" " Id pray for her even more than me"
I know Im asking for much to much but could you send back the only man she ever loved I know you dont do it usually but dear lord she's dieing to dance with my father again! ~ Luther Vandross



WE ALL MISS YOU SO
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO

Fishing Trip

Lying very Ill on
that hospital bed,
My Father looked to
his son and said,

Pack the truck
with our fishing gear,
were going fishing
when I get out of here,

His Son went home
and packed his Father's Truck,
with they're fishing
gear and such,

A month later his Son
would unpack his truck,
to forever pack his
Father's fishing gear up,

His Father never walked
through the front door,
for he lost his life
he couldn't hold on no more,

Cherry Wood
Beautifully engraved,
His name lies here
instead of a grave,

The Beautiful wood
he always loved,
holds the name
of our beloved.....

 
written by:Daughter Rebecca