Stephen Douglas Anthony

 Stephen Douglas Anthony, 73, died 11/03/2022 at Ridgewood Terrace Health and Rehabilitation center. Stephen was born September 6th, 1949 to Lorna Anthony and James Anthony. He was the eldest Brother to Micheal Anthony, Gary Anthony, Brad Anthony and Jeff Anthony. He is survived by his 6 children Stephanie Abbot, Bird Anthony, Preston Anthony, Lydia Marquess, Tristan Anthony, Elizabeth Mason and a handful of grandchildren.

Although his wishes were not to have an obituary as it “glorified the dead”, I have decided to go against that wish because we will not be glorifying him in the slightest, only speaking the truth. Anyone that knew our father knew the witty, intelligent, and egotistical personality that bolstered him along his life. He was admired by coworkers, having a very long career as a Tool and Die maker. Steve also proudly displayed his love for the 2nd amendment and designed remarkable pieces throughout his lifetime which some are lucky enough to have held. What’s left behind are breadcrumbs of a very artistic and complicated man. Jewelry boxes, kaleidoscopes, drawings and poetry. Letters long ago written detailing a life that never played out the way it was hoped.

Our father will also be remembered for the not so shiny and bright things surrounding his time on earth. A temper which often showed no mercy, stubbornness and an unwillingness to admit when he was wrong. Traits the bulk of us have undoubtedly inherited. 

The failures and strife that burdened Steve are now put to rest, he is free to roam the woods and swim in the strip pits, to listen to uninterrupted hours of Loreena McKennitt and Chevel Shepherd, hopefully while enjoying a nice steak and the company of friends and family long lost.  

 Flowers and condolences are not needed at this time, as the circle of life is complete. However, if you feel compelled to do something in our father’s memory, might I suggest pouring yourself a stiff drink and looking up at the stars.

 We leave you with one of his favorite pieces. 

Out of the night that covers me,

      Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

      I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

      Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

      How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

      I am the captain of my soul.

  Poem by William Ernest Henley

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