Reflection of My Brother, Stephen Gary Andersen

This week was very sad indeed, for myself and my family.

We lost our beloved, Steve, my brother , who died at the young age of 56 years of age. It was sudden and totally unexpected.

Steve was my younger brother and I was his roommate for many years growing up. We were very close growing up. At times, I think he was really the older brother and I was the younger.

We were the odd couple. He was neat freak and I was the less than organized one. He was disciplined and I was coming out at the seams. It is now so odd that he has left this world.

In preparation for his funeral service, I was given two tasks.

I was asked to setup a DVD in memory of Steve that was compilation of the photos contributed by the members of his family. I was also asked to say a few words about Steve at the service.

As I started to work on the DVD project, I felt that I had been given the task of preparing the DVD to be able to speak with conviction about the life of Steve.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I had volumes about him right before me.

I spent the better part of an afternoon looking at the pictures and I have to say that overall I experienced Steve in a real way. I felt Steve in the pictures over and over. It felt like I had evidence about the sum total of him as a person. Here was irrefutable evidence of his life in a pictorial essay.

It seemed at one point all of the pictures become one picture …with one very simple conclusion. It was undeniable.

The pictures told me that….Steve had a good life. A rich life. One filled with love.

He had…

The love of good mother and father who cared about him.
The love of many brothers and sisters.
The love of a good wife.
The love of a good friends.
Even the love of some sweet little cats.

The photos spoke that…

He grew up happy.
The pictures told me that he was active.
He loved to travel
He was tender hearted.
He was kind.
He was fun loving
He loved his family, wife and friends.
He was successful in business.
He loved sports, especially Baseball.
He loved the outdoors.
He loved to go out to eat.

The photographic evidence conclusively states that ….
He lived a successful life and one that was worth living.

While this photographic evidence points to his life now past…my faith says that Steve has even a better life now.

Hebrews 11:1 “Faith is the substance of things hope for, the evidence of things not seen".

I believe that Steve has entered into a higher life. One with God and is happy beyond all that we can comprehend. There is no sorrow, no pain, no disappointments.

He is loved more than he has ever been loved.

I believe that he would tell everyone here to not mourn, but be joyful about his state. I believe that is what he his telling me this with firm evidence.

He is happy and content and we should be too.

For now, I will miss him, but I will see him again.