Steven Anthony Way
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Steven Anthony Way, age 60, passed away on February 5th, 2022 at his home in Dallas, Texas. Born January 18th, 1962, in Tucson, Arizona, lived in California, Idaho, Utah, and Texas. Steve graduated from The University of Texas in Austin with his BA in Accounting in 1985 and then his Masters in Finance from the University of North Texas in 1993. Prior to opening his own CPA practice, Steven was the CFO of Flagship Marinas, providing financial and accounting services. Previously, Steven held contract assignments for GE Capital, Genesis Capital Advisors and JPN Properties providing tax, accounting, loan underwriting and project underwriting services for various real estate ventures. Steve also worked for Pace Realty Corp and Arthur Andersen & Co and was fluent in Spanish. Survivors include his wife of 39 years, Rosa Maria Garcia Way, his son, Eric Way and daughter, Marissa Way, son-in-law Logan Anderson, grandson Maverick Anderson, brothers Greg and Chuck Way and their wives, Jean and Kimberly Way, parents Roger and Alfreda Way, all from Texas. Steve was preceded in death by his brother, Mark Way, his grandparents Ruth and Clifford Way of Austin, Texas. Also, preceded in death by his grandparents Betty Toomes and James Shamey of Massachusetts. Services will be held at 2 pm, Friday, February 11th, 2022 at Aria Funeral Home, 19310 Preston Road, Dallas, Texas. Friends and family are also invited to a reception following services at 7230 Canongate Drive, Dallas, Texas 75248. Steve had a great love of music and the outdoors. He had many great times with friends and family hunting, fishing, camping, and drinking around the campfire. Steve would talk endlessly about history, conspiracy theories, philosophy and religion. Steve enjoyed going to concerts, walking his dogs, going to estate sales with his wife, and playing with his grandson in the park. Everyone who knew Steve knew about his unpredictable humor and his amazing skills at the grill. Steve loved his family above all things, except maybe his Jeep. Memorial contributions are welcome at the Autism Society of Texas at: www.texasautismsociety.com/donate Please leave the family condolences and share memories on this website. Arrangements under the direction of: Aria Cremation Service and Funeral Home 19310 Preston Road Dallas, Texas 75252 214-306-6700
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I want to start with…Steve was my uncle but to me he was more than that.. however that seems too cliche. Knowing him it feels like he should have had so much more. Uncle Steve was a wild card and in his life had countless stories of not only fun adventures but the stupid fun crazy things that happened on those adventures. I’m sure everyone here has a story or two..or 27 that they could share about too. I myself have quite a lot of them, like when I convinced him to go on a hike with me and almost gave him tetanus. No matter what, he was always excited and ready for the next adventure. He was crazy and wild and fun but he was also kind, generous, and loving and honestly very blunt at times as we all know. But no matter who you are or how you knew him, you know he was someone who if you needed him he would always show up and help you through whatever you got yourself into. Steve was more than just my “uncle” he was my huncle and a friend that I could always count on and knew undoubtably that he always had my back, even if he believed in aliens taking over the world.
Our deepest condolences to the Way family on the passing of Steven. Steven was a friend, a fellow hunter, a connoisseur of hi-end bourbons, and a person well-versed on many topics. He will be greatly missed by family, friends and others who knew him. May he rest in peace.
We knew Steve through his brother Greg. We always enjoyed his and his family’s company on camping trips and get togethers at Greg’s place. He was always friendly and a funny guy. RIP Steve.
I expected my dad to be marrying me as a dudeist priest, not having me write condolences. I miss drinking shiner with you and playing the lame game of corn hole. Every time I go bowling, drive my jeep, play guitar, listen to music, spend time with my son, and all the things we loved together, I’ll be thinking of you. You made me who I am and I hope to teach my children the same. Thanks for inspiring me, loving me, and being cool. Love you dad and I’ll see you in Heaven!
It’s been nearly two years since my dad left this world. I have been thinking a great deal of him recently. The holidays were usually when dad and I were the most together. He and I had traditions that we honored, made time to do things that made a difference in our relationship.
My dad was kind, not always nice, but definitely kind. Most of the time, my dad was a jokester, gave people a hard time, but I feel like it all came from love. He was the teller of truth in my family. Hard truth seemed to be his forte. He taught me that in life, you make decisions to protect the people who are important to you, you do what needs to be done for the sake of family. He taught me that family means more than just being related by blood; family is our tribe, it’s our legacy. I believe that one’s family carries these fragments, pieces of who we are, based on our interactions and experiences together. Through this, I still hear his voice, laugh with him, feel the love that he had for my mom, sister, nephew, and myself. I wish dad was still here to see Maverick grow up, to be the amazing abuelo (grandfather) that Maverick deserves. I try my best to do right by them both, and my sister, Marissa.
I know that I can never fill his shoes, I don’t want to. I tell people that my dad was the greatest man I have ever known. The truth is, for me, he was more than that. He was my role model, my hero. He was the guy who made me believe that I could be strong, who showed me how to be. He unveiled the wonders of the universe to me, made me see the bigger picture. This man took us on grand adventures because he wanted to share the bounty and excitement of life with us. I never would have swam in the oceans, climbed mountains and pyramids, tasted exotic foods, seen nature’s colors, witnessed life’s beauty and cruelty, or connected with myself… with my family, my truest self, if not for my dad.
I’m not saying that we had a perfect relationship, we were water and oil, fire and hot air. It required effort to make things work. It took years of just learning how to speak to each other, but eventually, we became close, we became friends. Marissa and I have the type of relationship that my dad and I had, we don’t really see eye to eye. Sometimes when she and I fight, it’s comforting, she’s most like him.
My friends and even many members of my family, always saw my dad as the coolest dude in our family. He was popular in his friend group. My dad forged life-long friendships with the coolest people. He was always being involved in our lives but made it a point to keep a place in theirs.
My dad used to stay up all night watching movies with me and my friends and kicking our ass at video games, waking up the whole house because of the excitement and fun. I miss those nights, when we would just stay up late, watching whatever we were watching, and just talk in the living room, having a drink, just hanging out. I miss his laughter, how he could make light of anything and everything.
I wish he had been here to tell me I was going to be ok when I started dealing with my own health issues. I wish he had been here to make me feel better when I ended a relationship. I wish he was here to help us through things or at least reassure us that we are going to be alright. There are nights when I would worry and I would just call him and now, I don’t even have an old voicemail to pull up to hear his voice.
Now, I go outside and stare at the moon for hours and just talk to him. I wear his ring, it reminds me that he is always with me… For those of you who read this, who grieve the loss of a loved one, don’t lose sight of who you were to them and what they mean to you. Don’t lose sight of what’s important. I didn’t truly understand many things about my father until he left this world. I’m grateful to have fragments of him still on this plane, the most beautiful I see daily; my mother, my sister, and my nephew.
Dad, wherever you are, I hope that you’re at peace. I imagine that you and The Dude are having a drink, up on the moon, keeping careful watch over us, sending little blessings into our lives and writing new adventures into our story. I love you and I am forever grateful that you were my dad.