Steve Dick Memorial

In Loving Memory of Steven Ray “Steve” Dick

August 31, 1947 – September 6, 2024

Steven Ray Dick, known fondly as Steve, passed away on September 6, 2024, just days after his 77th birthday. Born on August 31, 1947, in Winfield, Kansas, Steve built a life rich with dedication to his work, an enduring love of music, and the warmth he extended to everyone around him. Over 35 years, he contributed his skills to the aircraft industry, leaving a lasting legacy at companies like Learjet, Boeing, and Spirit Aerosystems.

Steve’s love for engines and speed ran as deep as his kindness. When not in the shop, he was found enjoying cars, motorcycles, and boating. His joy for simple pleasures extended to evenings watching Wheel of Fortune or choosing the perfect songs for the jukebox—friends often trusted him with their picks, knowing he’d always play the best tunes.

Above all, Steve’s heart was with his family and friends. Whether helping neighbors or sharing a laugh over a drink, his spirit of generosity touched all. He leaves behind his wife, Sharon Dick, and a large extended family, including his son Marty and best friend, Billy Harris of Scotland.

A Friendship Like Family

From the moment Steve and Sharon entered my life in 2009, they treated me and my family with a kindness and warmth that made us feel like we’d known them forever. That feeling of immediate acceptance, of being welcomed as though we were family, is something rare and profoundly special. Over the years, Steve became much more than a friend—he was a brother, a mentor, a confidant, and a steadfast presence that made life’s ups and downs easier to bear. Reflecting on those first moments with him, I’m struck by just how genuine he was, even back then, and how that authenticity continued to define him as the years went on.

Our bond with Steve and Sharon only deepened over time. I remember one of those early days when he offered his help without hesitation. We were still getting to know each other, but he extended his hand without a second thought, showing up as if he had known us for decades. That was just who Steve was. He embodied kindness in a way that was both effortless and intentional. And though he’s no longer with us, the memories of his warmth and unwavering friendship continue to comfort me, reminding me that some people are irreplaceable.

Steve had an incredible ability to make you feel valued, and he never failed to offer his full attention to whoever he was with. Even in a room full of people, Steve would make you feel like the only person there. He engaged with everyone deeply, listening intently and asking questions that made you feel understood. He didn’t just listen—he remembered. A conversation with Steve wasn’t just an exchange of words; it was a meaningful connection that left you feeling valued and cared for. This quality of his, this genuine curiosity and compassion, is something I will always remember and strive to emulate in my own life.

A Career Marked by Dedication and Integrity

Steve dedicated over 35 years of his life to the aircraft industry, where he worked with companies like Learjet, Boeing Aircraft, and Spirit Aerosystems. His career was one of hard work, precision, and integrity. Each day, Steve showed up ready to give his best, not just because it was his job, but because it was who he was. He approached every task with meticulous care, knowing that his work contributed to the safety and success of countless aircraft. His reputation for skill and dedication was well-earned, and his colleagues held him in high regard, both as a craftsman and as a person.

At work, Steve was the go-to person for advice, a mentor who never turned down a chance to help others improve. His colleagues often spoke of his calm demeanor and his willingness to explain things patiently, even when deadlines loomed. I can imagine him in those workrooms, quietly teaching others, guiding them with a steady hand and an encouraging word. Steve’s approach to his work was a reflection of his approach to life—measured, thoughtful, and always done with integrity. In an industry where precision and accuracy were paramount, he was a calming presence, someone who could be counted on to get things right.

His work extended beyond the technical, as he built lasting friendships with his colleagues. Even after his retirement, Steve kept in touch with many of them, catching up on life and sharing memories. His career was more than a job; it was a community he contributed to, and one that deeply respected and appreciated him. Steve’s work ethic and commitment to excellence set a standard that continues to inspire those who had the privilege of working alongside him.

The Garage: A Place of Passion, Patience, and Teaching

Outside of his professional life, one of Steve’s greatest joys was working in his garage. It was his sanctuary, filled with tools, engines, and an assortment of parts collected over the years. To Steve, the garage was more than just a workspace; it was a place where he could indulge his passion for mechanics and share that joy with others. He had an incredible knack for taking apart an engine, diagnosing an issue, and putting it all back together with flawless precision. Watching him work was like watching a craftsman who was completely at home with his tools, every movement purposeful and precise.

There were many afternoons spent in that garage, watching Steve work on cars and motorcycles. He was patient, even when the work was challenging. I remember one particular day when he was working on an old car that seemed to have more issues than solutions. It was hot, the engine was stubborn, and nothing seemed to be going right. But Steve didn’t get frustrated; he simply rolled up his sleeves, wiped his brow, and kept at it. He taught me that day that patience and persistence are just as important as skill, and that sometimes the journey is just as valuable as the destination.

Steve’s love for cars and motorcycles was infectious. He could talk about engines and mechanics for hours, explaining each part, each function, and how it all fit together. And he didn’t just keep that knowledge to himself—he shared it freely, teaching anyone who was interested. If you showed even the slightest curiosity, he would hand you a tool, offer you a chair, and take the time to explain every detail. Working alongside Steve in the garage was more than just a lesson in mechanics; it was a lesson in generosity, in sharing what you love, and in finding joy in the process.

Racing, Freedom, and the Open Road

Steve’s love for mechanics wasn’t limited to the garage; it extended to the racetrack and the open road. He had a thrill for speed, a love for the hum of an engine, and a deep appreciation for the freedom that came with being behind the wheel or on a motorcycle. Whether he was attending a local race, taking his motorcycle out for a ride, or simply cruising down a country road, Steve was in his element. His eyes would light up with a youthful energy, and there was a palpable sense of joy that radiated from him in those moments.

There was something about the open road that called to Steve. Riding his motorcycle with the wind in his face and the world stretching out before him was a kind of freedom that he cherished. It was a time when he could disconnect from everything, leaving worries behind and simply enjoying the moment. And he shared this love with others, often inviting friends along for rides or sharing stories of his latest adventure. The road was more than just a path for Steve; it was a place of reflection, peace, and pure, unadulterated joy.

Steve was also a dedicated racing fan. He’d speak of the sport with a passion that could make anyone a fan. He followed races with keen interest, understanding the skill, strategy, and excitement that went into each lap. On many weekends, he’d either be watching a race or out at the track, enjoying the thrill and camaraderie that came with it. Racing wasn’t just a sport for Steve; it was a celebration of speed, mechanics, and the power of human ingenuity. His love for it was yet another way he brought people together, uniting friends and family in his joy for something he truly loved.

Music: The Soundtrack of a Life Well-Lived

Steve’s love for music was woven into the fabric of his life, a constant companion that brought him joy, comfort, and connection. He had a special affection for classic rock, especially artists like Elvis and Janis Joplin, but his tastes were broad, and he found beauty in a variety of genres. Music was more than just background noise for Steve; it was a way of expressing emotions, reliving memories, and connecting with others. He could hear a song and be transported back to a specific time, a particular memory, or a feeling that resonated deeply with him.

When we gathered together, Steve often took charge of the music, picking songs that perfectly matched the mood of the evening. He had a way of knowing just what to play, and his choices brought everyone together, creating a sense of unity and shared experience. Friends would even hand him the jukebox money without a second thought, trusting that he would pick songs that would make everyone smile. He understood the power of music, and he used it to bring joy and create memories that would last a lifetime.

There were countless nights when we’d sit around, listening to Steve’s favorite records, sharing stories, and simply enjoying each other’s company. Each song was like a thread in the tapestry of his life, connecting moments, emotions, and people. Steve had a deep appreciation for the way music could capture the essence of a moment, and he used it to express parts of himself that words couldn’t always convey. In those quiet moments, as the music played and we sat together, it was clear that Steve’s love for music was a reflection of his love for life and for the people around him.

The Magic of Summer Nights on the Deck

Some of the most cherished memories I have with Steve are the summer nights we spent on his deck. Those evenings were magical, filled with laughter, good food, and the warmth of friendship. Steve had a way of making everyone feel at home, of creating an atmosphere where you could relax, let go, and simply enjoy the moment. The deck became a gathering place for friends and family, a place where stories were shared, laughter echoed, and bonds were strengthened.

Each summer night on the deck was a unique experience, yet they all shared the same sense of joy and connection. Steve would be at the grill, cooking up something delicious, a beer in hand and a smile on his face.

Steve took pride in every meal he prepared, and you could taste the care he put into each dish. There was something about those evenings that felt timeless, as if we were all suspended in a perfect moment. The air was filled with the rich aroma of barbecue, the clinking of glasses, and the sound of shared laughter. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to fill the sky, it was easy to forget the worries of the world and simply be present, enjoying the company of friends.

Steve’s deck wasn’t just a place to gather; it was a place where memories were made. Each gathering had its own stories, its own highlights. Sometimes we’d sit and talk about life, sharing the highs and the lows, knowing we were in the company of people who truly cared. Other times, we’d play cards, our competitive spirits emerging as the game heated up. But no matter the activity, Steve’s presence was always the heart of the gathering. He had a knack for making everyone feel comfortable, for drawing people out of their shells, and for creating a space where we could all be ourselves.

Those nights on the deck were a testament to Steve’s ability to bring people together. He didn’t need grand gestures or elaborate plans to make an evening special; his warmth and genuine nature were enough. He would listen to each person’s stories with interest, remembering the details, offering words of encouragement or shared laughter. He celebrated our victories with us and empathized with our struggles. There was a kind of magic on that deck, a feeling of belonging that Steve created simply by being who he was. Those summer nights will always hold a special place in my heart, a reminder of the love, laughter, and friendship that Steve shared so freely.

Family First: Sharon, Jason, and a Legacy of Love

Steve’s love for his family was evident in everything he did. His wife, Sharon, was the love of his life, his partner in every sense of the word. Together, they built a life filled with laughter, adventure, and an unwavering commitment to one another. Sharon was more than just his wife; she was his best friend, his confidant, and his greatest support. Watching them together was like witnessing a love that had weathered every storm and come out stronger. Their connection was deep and unshakeable, built on a foundation of trust, respect, and a shared understanding that needed no words.

There were moments when Steve would look at Sharon, and in that look, you could see a lifetime of love and devotion. It was the way he’d smile at her, the way he’d reach for her hand without a second thought, and the way he’d light up when she entered the room. Sharon brought out the best in Steve, and he did the same for her. They shared a bond that was rare and beautiful, a love that inspired everyone around them. Sharon was his rock, his home, and his heart, and he never took a moment with her for granted. Their love was a reminder that true partnership is built not just on shared experiences but on a deep, abiding respect and a willingness to support each other through life’s every challenge.

Jason, Steve’s step-son, was more than just family; he was a friend, a confidant, and a partner in all of life’s adventures. Their bond was built on mutual respect and a shared love for mechanics, cars, and motorcycles. Jason looked up to Steve, not only as a father figure but as a mentor and a friend. They spent countless hours in the garage together, working side by side on projects, learning from each other, and building memories that would last a lifetime. Steve was always there to offer guidance, to teach, and to support Jason in every way he could. Their relationship was a testament to the power of family, to the love and respect that can grow between people who share not just blood but a genuine connection.

Jason was also a reflection of Steve’s best qualities. He inherited Steve’s kindness, his generosity, and his quiet strength. In many ways, Jason was a living legacy of the values Steve held dear. Together, they shared a love for adventure, for the open road, and for the thrill of working on a new project. And in every moment they spent together, it was clear that Jason was not just a son to Steve; he was a friend, a partner, and a true companion. Their bond was one of the greatest blessings in Steve’s life, a source of pride and joy that he carried with him every day.

The Small Acts of Generosity That Defined Him

Steve’s kindness wasn’t something he flaunted or drew attention to; it was simply part of who he was. His generosity extended to everyone he met, whether they were a close friend, a family member, or a stranger in need. Steve didn’t just offer help; he offered it in a way that preserved the dignity and pride of the person he was helping. He had an incredible ability to make people feel valued, even in moments of vulnerability. His kindness was quiet, unassuming, but powerful.

There were countless instances when Steve’s generosity left a lasting impact. He was the kind of person who would show up at your doorstep with exactly what you needed, even before you realized you needed it. I remember one winter when a friend’s heater broke down, leaving their family shivering in the cold. Without a second thought, Steve showed up with blankets, space heaters, and a bag of groceries. He stayed until he was sure they were warm and safe, refusing to leave until he was certain they were taken care of. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about who Steve was. He didn’t just provide for people; he made them feel cared for.

Steve’s acts of kindness extended beyond physical help. He was also there emotionally, offering words of comfort, encouragement, and support to anyone who needed it. He had a way of knowing when something was wrong, even if you hadn’t said a word. And he was always there to listen, to offer a shoulder to lean on, and to remind you that you were never alone. Steve’s generosity wasn’t about grand gestures; it was about the small, everyday acts of kindness that left a lasting impact. He taught us all that true kindness isn’t about recognition or reward; it’s about showing up, time and time again, simply because you care.

The Gift of Presence and Genuine Connection

One of the things that made Steve so special was his ability to be fully present with the people in his life. In a world that often feels rushed and distracted, Steve was a rare soul who knew the value of truly listening, of being there without reservation. He had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the world, even in a room full of people. His attention was undivided, his focus unwavering. He listened not just to respond, but to understand, to empathize, and to connect.

There were times when I would sit with Steve, sharing my thoughts, my fears, or my dreams, and he would listen with a quiet attentiveness that made me feel seen, heard, and valued. He didn’t offer quick solutions or generic advice; he offered his full presence, his understanding, and his support. In those moments, it was clear that Steve’s gift was his ability to connect with people on a deep, meaningful level. He wasn’t just there physically; he was there emotionally, fully engaged, fully invested in the people he loved.

Steve’s ability to be present extended beyond one-on-one conversations. Even in larger gatherings, he had a way of making each person feel special, of drawing them into the moment and creating a sense of unity. His presence was a gift, a reminder of the importance of being fully engaged in the lives of those we care about. Steve taught us all that the greatest gift we can give is our time, our attention, and our genuine presence. He showed us that true connection isn’t about grand gestures or elaborate words; it’s about being there, fully and completely, for the people we love.

A Legacy That Lives On in All of Us

Steve’s life was a testament to the power of love, kindness, and generosity. He didn’t seek fame or fortune; he sought to make a difference, to leave the world a little better than he found it. And in every way that mattered, he succeeded. Steve’s legacy isn’t something that can be measured in material wealth or worldly achievements. It’s something that lives on in the hearts of those he touched, in the lives he changed, and in the countless acts of kindness he performed.

Steve showed us all that the true measure of a person’s life isn’t in what they have but in what they give. He gave freely, with love, with humor, and with a heart that was open to everyone he met. His legacy is one that will live on, a reminder that kindness is never wasted, that love is the greatest gift we can offer, and that the most important things in life are the connections we make and the lives we touch. Steve taught us that a life well-lived is one filled with generosity, with compassion, and with a willingness to be there for others, no matter the cost.

In many ways, Steve’s legacy is a guide, a blueprint for how to live a meaningful life. He showed us that success isn’t measured by accolades or wealth but by the love we give, the kindness we show, and the way we make others feel. Steve’s life was a shining example of these values, a reminder that we all have the power to make a difference, to lift each other up, and to leave the world a little brighter than we found it. His legacy will continue to inspire those who knew him, and his memory will be a constant reminder of the values he held dear.

A Farewell Filled with Gratitude

As we say goodbye to Steve, we do so with heavy hearts but also with immense gratitude. Gratitude for the time we shared, for the lessons he taught us, and for the love he gave so freely. Steve’s impact on our lives is something that words can’t fully capture. It’s something that lives in our memories, in our hearts, and in the way we carry forward the values he held dear. He showed us all what it means to be a true friend, a devoted family member, and a genuinely good person. And though he may be gone, his spirit lives on in the lives he touched, in the love he shared, and in the legacy he leaves behind.

Thank you, Steve, for everything—for every laugh, every story, every moment, and every kindness. You will be missed beyond measure, remembered with love, and cherished for all the days of our lives. Rest easy, my friend, knowing that your legacy lives on in each of us, a testament to a life well-lived and a love well-shared.

Special Thanks to all Chapters and Bikers

To everyone who rode out to honor Steve and also for the charity bike run, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. The turnout for the Steve Dick Memorial and toys for children Biker Run was more than we could have ever hoped for, and each of you brought a sense of unity, strength, and compassion that truly captured Steve’s spirit. A special thank you to Sharon Dick, Jason Venable, and the entire Dick family for being there and sharing in the memories that made the day so meaningful. We know that Steve was there in spirit, riding alongside them with every mile.

We owe a huge debt of gratitude to all the chapters and riders who showed up in support. To Jeremy Ervin, Brother John, Kendall Creed, and every other friend and fellow rider who made the journey—thank you for showing up and making the day so memorable. The rumble of engines, the camaraderie, and the shared love for Steve were palpable. Each of you not only honored Steve’s memory but also demonstrated the power of brotherhood and community that he valued so deeply.

The ride was more than just a memorial; it was a celebration of Steve’s life, charity for children, his passions, and his love for the open road. Steve’s spirit was there as they rode through those scenic stretches, it felt as though he was right there, his spirit with everyone, laughing and smiling in the wind. From start to finish, the sense of unity was profound. Every mile brought more stories, more memories, and more laughter as we remembered a man who touched each of our lives.

The event was also a chance for us to give back in the way Steve would have wanted. Donations raised went to support those in need, a cause close to Steve’s heart. This community, with all its grit and heart, came together to make a difference, embodying the values Steve held dear. We look forward to many more rides in his honor, knowing that every gathering will keep his spirit alive.

Thank you once again to everyone who rode, supported, and remembered. We can’t wait to gather again, to ride in Steve’s name, and to continue building the legacy of friendship, kindness, and adventure that he left behind. Here’s to you, Steve—ride free and forever in our hearts.

An interment will be held later at Prairie Lawn Cemetery, Wellington, Kansas. To honor Steve’s memory, donations can be made to the Wellington Humane Society in his name.

Arrangements were managed by Cornejo Funeral Home + Crematory, Wellington, Kansas. Share your memories or condolences on his tribute wall at www.cornejofuneralhome.com.

Theodore Hudson

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