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Obituary for Steven Walter Patrick
Steven Walter Patrick was born September 30, 1954. Steve passed away from complications due to cancer on February 27, 2023, at his home in Salt Lake City, Utah with his sister Carol by his side. Steve grew up in the Millcreek area and graduated from Skyline High School. It was there he started finding and making friends while employing his distinctive curiosity about philosophy and life. Steve graduated from the University of Utah in 1980 with a master’s degree in industrial psychology. Steve moved to Portland, Maine where he married and had two sons, Duncan and Justin. Steve cared deeply for them both. He later returned to Utah. Steve worked for various insurance actuarial departments and started a consulting business. Steve authored a book, “A Whole of The Whole,” and was working on a second book. Steve liked to frequent coffee shops where he met and befriended many unique people. His family will miss him, along with friends, neighbors, acquaintances, and business associates. Steve is survived by his son Justin Patrick of Rochester, New York, sisters Carol Dent and Linda Shurtleff, brother Michael (Emily) Patrick, and mother Faye Patrick. Steve preceded in death by his son Duncan.
The family would like to thank friends Scott Apgood, Steve Ball, and former wife Becky Bernabe for their kindness and support. No formal services are planned at this time. To use words from Steve’s book, please celebrate Steve’s life by finding “moments of joyful gratitude toward ourselves, people and nature.”
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Clark Parker
Steve was a good friend; I have many great memory's growing up from early years in gradeschool to enjoying a meal together at a restaurant at Mt Olypus Hills where he and my wife, Christy enjoyed catching up on Steve's life, his challanges with his health and phylosiphy for life. Steve loved life and valued his relationships and was loved by all who knew him. One great memory was when he came to dinner at our home in Alpine where there was on the table my own special blend of hot peppers from the garden that had been dried and ground to a powder; Steve picked it up and sprinkled it as if it was regular salt & pepper and my kids and grandkids gaspped with an inconcert "whoa". I'll miss you Steve and wish I'd been aware back in February; and will treasure all the memorys and great times we had growing up; like driving around you your 40's convertable Studibaker. Great Times...
Becky Nelson (Bernabe)
Steve and I used to be married and sharing a memory that always makes me smile. Steve loved coffee shops. While we were married, he routinely spent Sunday mornings in a coffee shop, reading and likely philosophizing with new people he met. Upon his return home one morning, he told me he met someone I may have heard of. Steve couldn’t recall the man’s name, but here’s how he described him. “He has something to do with the Jazz basketball team, he’s very funny and I think he recently lost weight.” I asked, “are you talking about Frank Laydon?” “Yes!,” Steve responded, “that’s him.” Going forward, when Steve came home later than usual from Sunday coffee, he had been with Frank. They became coffee friends and exchanged books they liked. I recall asking Steve if they ever talked about basketball, in spite of the fact that Steve was not a big fan? Steve said, “No, Frank likes baseball.” On a subsequent Sunday morning, Steve told me Frank brought a friend. Again, here’s Steve’s description of the friend, “I don’t remember his name, but I think he coaches basketball at the U and he is funny, too.” I asked, “you are not talking about Rick Majerus, are you?” Steve responded, “Yes, that’s him.” I have often wondered just how many basketball fans in SLC would have jumped at the chance to have a Sunday morning coffee with Frank Laydon and Rick Majerus? I imagine the two basketball legends found Steve’s unpretentious charm refreshing. I certainly did. Steve is missed.