Birth date: May 5, 1963 Death date: Dec 25, 2022
Stephen Matthew McDonnell, born May 5th, 1963 in Hollywood FL, passed away peacefully in his sleep at the age of 59 on Christmas day, December 25th, 2022. He is survived by his 3 Children: Brittany McDonnell (Bryan Pellicer), Dyl Read Obituary
I have pretty much finalized a small service for Dad. For anyone who would like to attend and pay their respects for my Dad, or come and tell us a good memory you have of him, a funny joke he shared, a good time you had... Please do.
WHEN: Saturday - February 4th
TIME: 3pm for an hour
WHERE: Friendship Grace Brethren Church, 10251 Metro Parkway, Suite 116. Ft. Myers, FL 33966
If you have any questions, please reach out. There will be a slideshow of photos of Dad on a screen.
Steve was one of my longest friendships in life. I met Steve when I moved to the duplex across the street from his family in about 1985. We both had an affection for 1970's Dodge and Plymouth "muscle cars". At the time Steve had his "Betty" which at that time was in primer gray and black and had just received a rebuild on his 383. I had a 73 Cuda and had just bought a 74 Barracuda for parts but was driving it with no interior panels and a bungee cord holding the passenger door shut because the door hardware was missing. I made the U-turn in front of Steve's duplex and the door flew open. I heard this cackling laughter and "Plymouth sucks" come from his driveway. I stopped and got out to tie the door shut again and that was the beginning of a lifetime friendship. He used to remind me of that pile of junk car regularly while laughing and I would make the Dukes of Hazzard "General Lee" horn sound. It was our way of poking each other in the ribs.
I will always remember Steve as "the guy who would do anything for a friend and everything for his kids". Steve would give the shirt off his back if you needed it. We lost touch for a while after I remarried and moved to the other coast for a few years but one day I walked into 7-11 on Palm Tree Blvd and here's this stocky Irishman with now gray hair tormenting the cashier. I stood there and started laughing knowing it was Steve. He turned, looked at me and we were right back where we left off. A few pounds heavier and a few more gray hairs but it was like the clocks went back for us.
In life you will make a lot of acquaintances and a few really close friends that regardless of how much time passes you still have that connection. That was our relationship, it was a blood brotherhood and we are family. I am lucky enough to have you as my closest friend for decades. Hopefully there is a 7-11 up there I can walk into and we can pick this right back up. Love and miss you my brother.
STEVE AND I HAD A SPECIAL FRIENDSHIP ..WE BOTH HAD MOPARS I REMEMBER STEVES HIGH SCHOOL CAR A 1969 DODGE CHARGER HE CALLED HER "BETSIE" ..GOING TO MISS YOU BUDDY AND KEEP EVERYONE IN HEAVEN LAUGHING .
MY DEEPEST SYMPATHY TO THE FAMILY ....HE WILL BE MISSED RIP STEVE
IN 2008 STEVE MYSELF AND A FRIEND NAMED AL WENT TO A MOPAR PARTS YARD IN STARKE FLORIDA WE USED STEVES WHITE VAN .STEVE HAD US LAUGHING ALL THE WAY THERE AND ALL THE WAY HOME.ITS HIS WAY OF PUTTING THINGS TO YOU .BUT HE ALSO WAS SERIOUS .I WOULD NOT WANT TO GET HIM MAD AT ME .STEVE AND I WERE VERY CLOSE .WHEN IT CAME TO GETTING HELP WITH SOMETHING HE WAS THERE. IM GOING TO MISS YOU BUDDY VERY MUCH SO . MY MOPAR MAN
Sending prayers of comfort to the entire family. We’re so very sorry for your loss.
