Steven Joseph Marchi, born November 2, 1967. He was at various times, a son, a little brother, a child, a teen, a man, a body builder, a BMX biker, a cowboy-boot wearing, buck-knife wielder, a gymnast, a kung-fu master, the incredible hulk, a fisherman, an outdoorsman, a water skier, a carpenter, an entertainer, a philosopher, a masseuse, spiritualist and vegan. He was the recipient of a number of head wounds, receiving dozens of stitches. He was compassionate and stubborn. Serene and restless. He was independent and needful. He was around until I went to college, and then we were rarely together, except at holidays. When he went into the world, he did it on his terms, refusing to be tied down by expectations or traditions. Steven was always searching for his place. To his family he was absent and distant, an enigma with an ever-shifting plan to avoid being caught up in the status quo. To his friends he was loyal and thoughtful, and never had a bad word to say about anyone. He became a presence in people’s lives. A Zen master of sorts, gliding through life sharing his philosophy. Music became his life. He was a talented song writer, and wanted nothing more than to play his guitar, sing and spread joy.
This section will contain tales of his life, both from his family and friends. Follow the links under “His Life” above to navigate to another phase of his life story, from childhood, up until the time he disappeared.
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- Childhood – The Early Years
- Young Adult – Coming of Age
- Philosophy – Growing Awareness
- Entertainer – His Profession
- Missing – His Unexpected Exit