Stephen Louis Curtright
On Monday, January 17th, 2022, a creative man and eternal optimist, Stephen Louis Curtright, passed away at the age of 40. Stephen was born in St. Charles, Missouri on January 23rd, 1981. He lived in St. Charles most of his life. Stephen was a lover of art, music, the outdoors, and adventures. He was a gifted musician and artist. He loved hard and strong.
He is survived by his mother, Mary Lee Penn and her husband Chris, his father, David Curtright and his wife Paula, his 5 siblings, Beth Curtright, James Curtright, Melissa Watkins, Sarah Ghafoori, and Abby McLeod, 7 nieces and nephews, many cousins who were like siblings to Stephen, extended family, and countless kind friends.
A memorial service will be held Saturday, May 21st, 2022 at 3 pm in Bales Park in St. Charles, Missouri, shelter 3. All those who loved Stephen are welcome.
In lieu of flowers please donate to an opioid use disorder treatment center or charity benefiting the unhoused.
Goodnight stories we told each other to remember.
Goodnight glimpses of the old days.
Goodnight to the last of First Five, the Fleet Park Flyer, the Dickie Bird and the Batman.
Goodnight Bizco dreams.
We loved you, Stephen, and always will love and miss you, as well as your contagious smile and laugh. I’ll be holding on to the the memories of good times we had.
This is so sad. I had just moved to Saint Charles when he was born and I remember him best as a small child. Much sympathy to all his family especially his parents and siblings!
I miss you Stephen. You always had a way of asking the most intriguing questions at the most unusual times. I’ll love you forever.
Stephen, I’ve wondered what to write here for a while. It still doesn’t seem real that you are gone, yet I know that you are. I remember how excited I was that you were coming to live in our neighborhood and go to my school. I remember trying to learn kick flips on skate boards. I remember walking the mall (when it was still a cool place to be as a teen) and see other ladies …haha! I remember our cruise together, our band, picking out “bizco”. Our love for Bush (the Band) and Nirvana. Thrift store shopping at Mary Martha’s. I removed drinking that soda at the mall that had so much purple dye in it that, well…the bathroom was different. Losing touch seemed easy, because I thought you’d always be there the same when I retuned. I moved to Columbia, started College and things drifted, but not my love. People and the paths that our lives take us are unknown. Stephen, I love you. I miss you. You left a hole but also some of the best time. Thank you my friend. I love you.
My Dear Nephew Stephen,
I pray for your family through their grief of your passing
I watched you grow in your Momma’s womb
I saw when You were born
In your stroller You went in the field ministry with your Mother & me
As you grew You played with your cousins at family get togethers
As a young student You wrote out math equations in the tiniest of hand writing
As a teenager You rode with me on my horses
You are held safe in Jehovah’s Memory Job 14:15
“He will call; the dead will answer.
You will live at his command.
For He will have a longing
For the work of His own hand.
So, Family… have faith, and do not wonder,
For Jehovah can make Stephen stand.
And we will live forever,
As the work of His own hand.”
Stephen, I will see You in Paradise… In a blink of your eye, you will be there…
https://www.jw.org/en/library/music-songs/sing-out-joyfully/151-he-will-call/?media=sjjc
Dear Stephen,
We had over three years of wonderful memories. You were one of my very best friends during that time before we drifted your last few years of life. Thank you for all of the wonderful memories; including many dinners, late nights, coffee shops, bonfires, camping, sweat lodges, visiting a monestary, Walk to Feed the Hungry, hiking, music, crystals, car rides, visiting with other friends, many movie nights, many meetings, and countless conversations full of depth. I remember the very first time I met you at the old Ginghams after midnight, you asked me intriguing questions. We became friends right away, shortly after you played a song for me and someone else and opened up about your past. We healed together, we grew together, and we shared a lot of good in this life together in that short time. I watched you go from homeless, to sober living, to renting your own apartment and buying a vehicle. I was so proud of you, and then addiction ripped all of your hard work away and I was very sad for you wishing I could of somehow prevented it, I thought of you often. My last words to you was I wish you the very best. Your spirit shines bright and I look forward to seeing you again. The Stephen I knew was the kindest and I very much enjoyed his eccentric self. May you finally be able to be at peace.
RIP Stephen Louise Cortres. Cortres Louise Stephen. SMILE STEPHEN!!!!!😎 . We’re making massive ham and cheese green pepper mushroom omelettes and cutting up a 5lb watermelon and cantaloupe on the table in my living room watching Get Him To The Greek at 5am completely sober rolling around on the floor laughing…. This is the smile I will remember you with. Every time I ever saw you, no matter what was going on with you, you made me smile, you made me laugh with your crazy ass whatever you had me listening to that night, you ALWAYS asked HOW ARE YOU!? with sincerity and love and passion. Completely selfless, the very definition of altruism. You were one of the most humble, unselfish, genuine people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. One of the best true men I’ve ever met, a true gentleman. You made me a better person. I told you that and you didn’t believe it but I meant it and I wish I had told you that more often. I know they try to say we’re not special, we’re not unique, but you were. I swear you were an angel. Well, an archangel lol you were one of a kind. You made people laugh and smile and freaking CRACK UP without saying a word with your funny crazy eyes and your smile… In the middle of getting screamed at by the intake officers in St Charles County who couldn’t figure out what we were so happy about telling us to shut up and we weren’t even talking LMFAO that was like a movie scene… in the middle of dead silence staring across the meeting at me!!!! 😎😇 I wish I was more like you. I wish I could give your sweaty crazy ass one more hug. The first time we met at my house by the fire you ate like 7 cheeseburgers , 5 hot dogs, two brats, and we tore up a cherry cheesecake between the two of us and you never said a word. You just sat next to me and smiled , then asked if I had any chocolate milk lol. Damn bro I miss you. I’ve got tears streaming but I’m smiling. You touched SO MANY LIVES in such a profound, deep, positive spiritual way with just your presence and your smile. Damn bro🥲😅It is with a very heavy heart on a very sad day in my life that I say not goodbye, not good luck, but I will see you very soon in Heaven where I know without a doubt that you are, in true everlasting peace, demons and struggles overcome, A WINNER , A ROCKSTAR, in paradise. I will continue to miss you here selfishly, but you were fucking AWESOME, and I will see you soon😎
Steve, I’m so sad to learn that you’re not with us anymore. I wish we’d kept in touch better. You were such a sweet person, and you deserved so much better from the world than what you got. I was always jealous of your artistic brilliance! I’ll never forget the hours we spent laughing, goofing around and painting our (mostly your) mural outside Mrs. Howat’s room. You were such a beam of light. Rest in peace, Steve. I’ll forever rock out to Bush in your honor.
I can not believe I am just learning this! When people move away it’s so easy to lose touch. I can think of countless years of being in art classes, skating, dancing, photography and hanging out! You’re always in my memories from St.Charles and we definitely connected through music in the 90’s!