George R. Steel

My mother, Patricia A. Steel, and my father were married 64 years and had one child, a daughter. At the time of his death, he had three grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren.

Dad was proud of his career as a Special Agent with the FBI. It was in the New York City office he met lifelong friend and fellow agent, Bill Birnbaum. They retired here in Titusville with their wives and, of course, continued their friendship.

My father loved being a part of Titusville as he supported the Brevard Symphony, served on the Parrish Hospital Board, was a member of Rotary Club, and volunteered with the local Better Business Bureau over the years.

On Tuesday nights he played poker with a close group of friends – the “poker buddies”. When his health began to preclude some of his activities, Dad always looked forward to poker. The fellas were nice enough to pick him up and bring him home as he got older.

Currently my mother is in Rockledge Rehabilitation Hospital recovering from an unwanted surprise of surgery. One of her granddaughters, an RN, is flying down to accompany Pat to her attractive apartment in Country Meadows of Leader Heights, 2760 Pine Grove Rd., Apt. 321, York, PA, 17403.

Dad and Mom’s friends know they have been working toward selling their lovely home here in Titusville to move into the assisted living community. Dad was very proud of their home as he acted as his own contractor to ensure quality workmanship and design.

Between Dad’s sudden death and Mom’s hospitalization and the upcoming settlement on their house, a traditional gathering of those who knew and loved him did not fit our family’s circumstances. So we are going to be modern and share remembrances via this website. After you read the poem George wrote, please share what you could not in person. All of us “Steel’s” loved George. And my mother will be so happy to have her heart warmed by your thoughts, experiences, and memories of my father.

Thank you,

Sharon Steel Herb

Remembrance

Memory is truly a wonderful thing,

Warming us in Winter with thoughts of Spring.

It brings back the thrill of first romances,

Picnics, ballgames and high school dances.

Reaching into our minds along life's way,

It stores the treasures of each passing day.

No nostalgia in the future to be,

Until our tommorrows become history.

Then you can reminisce, so close your eyes

To block distractions as you visualize.

Sitting in comfort in your favorite chair,

Go with speed of thought - back anywhere!

Painful memories you may have amassed,

Are best not recalled....but left in the past.

George R. Steel

October 19, 2003