Steven Chapman

Steve Chapman
May 8, 1963 - August 23, 2016

My daddy, my first love, has left me. The adventure lover decided to take his last adventure on August 23, 2016. I am hurt. I am sad. I am angry. But mostly, I just miss him.

Although in recent years, he had not been outside much, I will always remember the father I grew up with; the lover of life. When he wasn't white water rafting, climbing up impossibly difficult mountains, playing any sport because he was just that good, or cheering on his Green Bay Packers, he was at the cabin. Nature was his happy place and I am saddened that he seemed to forget that in his later years.

Most recently he worked at Snowbird, which he loved and made many friends with his enjoyable, easy going persona. However, most of his life was spent as a chef working at Cottonwood Hospital and the University of Utah Hospital.  He had a knack for cooking from a young age and took pleasure in supplying food, whether it be baking a four layer dessert for hospital employees, whipping up an omelette for his daughter when she didn't feel good, or having an endless supply of candy for his grandkids.

It was at Cottonwood Hospital where he met the love of his life, Vickie.  When he lost her in January this year, it proved to be too much to bear.

He is preceded in death by his wife, Vickie Chapman, as well as his mother, Judy Chapman. Steve leaves behind a father, Jerry Chapman; one brother, Terry (Pat) Chapman and nephew, Taz Chapman; two daughters, Stevie (Luis Alves) Chapman and Heather (Brandon) Pace; four grandchildren, Galileu Alves, Viviana Alves, Joshua Pace, and William Pace. In addition to many more relatives and a multitude of friends, he also leaves behind his very best friend, Ron (Carmen) George who was so looking forward to his retirement next year because he would finally start having adventures with Steve again.

The family will be having a celebration of life for both Steve and his late wife, Vickie, at 1627 West Gaylawood Circle in Taylorsville on September 10, 2016 from 6:00 pm - 9:00 pm . Please, remember this will be a celebration of both of their lives and not of their death. Come equipped with memories to share.

Never again will I hear your voice. Never again will I hear your animated stories. Never again will I hear my son joyfully yell, "Papa!" as you walk through our door. My heart is truly broken and I just wish you could have held on to how much I loved you, Papi. I really did love you most.