Steven Leon Cook
by his Mother
Florence Ilene Richards Cook
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Steven Leon Cook |
Steven was born 10 April 1972 in Twin Falls, Idaho. He was
our 3rd and last child. When he was 2 weeks old he had his 1st heart
attack. So for the 1st year of his life he had to stay away
from other people.
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Steven Leon Cook |
Steven loved life. He taught his self Sign Language. This was
because of his girl friend “Poe”. She was mute but that didn’t stop her
from letting people know what she wanted.
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Steven and Eshva |
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Eshvas |
While Steven was at ISU he learned German and the Celtic
language. He was a lot like his dad he loved to learn. At ISU he
had long hair and always wore black cloths. While he was at ISU his friend Mia had
a white wolf. This wolf had babies and Steven helped her have the babies. He was
then given the runt of the bunch. She was part Timber Wolf and part Red
Wolf with a little bit of Alaska Husky. Her name was Eshva.
Steven loved his dad and would do anything for him. When he
came home to stay he started training to be a Stock Broker. He had
his hair cut and bought some beautiful suits. He sure
studied hard. He spent time with our Bishop who is a stock broker.
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Frank and Steven |
Then his Dad got sick. Steven gave up everything to help me
take care of his dad. His bed room was down stairs and a long way from our bedroom but
when ever Frank had an attack and before I could call for help Steven and Eshva
came running. He was that in tune with his dad.
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Steven and his brother, David |
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The Frank Cook Family 1999 David, Ilene, Craig, Frank, and Steven |
A year after his dad died he moved to Boise. He went
to BSU. He got married and they had a beautiful little boy named
Noah. Then he got divorced but he got to keep Noah. One night
Rachael kept trying to get him on the phone but Steven didn’t answer. Then
about midnight she went over to his apartment. All the
lights were on and the door was unlocked. She went in and Steven was dead on the
floor. This was 13 September 2005. Craig had to come and tell me the next
morning. I loved my son.
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Steven
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