Stephen was born in Chicago, Illinois on June 12, 1933 to Stephen and Olive Coakley. He lived in Illinois with his parents and two brothers, Randy and Harry. He graduated from Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois with a degree in engineering. He received a job at Hughes Aircraft in El Segundo, California. During this time, Steve attended the University of Southern California. Later, he worked for North American Aviation in Anaheim.
The move to California proved to be a life changer as he met Patricia, his future bride, in a very romantic place...the oral surgeon's office. It was love at first sight.They married soon after and had six children; Victoria (Tori), Tricia (Tish), Cheryl, Cristyn, Stephen (Steve), and Cari. The beloved husband and father became a grandfather of 11; Serena, Evan, Tiffany, Stephen, Robert, Brett, Ashley, Stephen, Matthew, Jacob, and Kaycie. He even got to be a great-grandfather to Riley. Steve and Pat were married for almost 60 wonderful years!
Stephen accomplished and enjoyed so many things. He went into business with his friend and partner, John Sullivan. They started out with tax shelters and financials, and they continued their ventures in many other things including oil. He eventually moved to Villa Park and retired there. He was an active member of The Cabrillo Yacht Club in San Pedro. He always loved boating. His other loves included building and operating model airplanes and remote control gliders (he could name just about any airplane), World War II history, Catalina Island, his family and sweets (favorites...peanut brittle, ice cream, and bridge mix). He always kept busy. He spent Tuesday nights with Dr. Marty and the guys, and Wednesdays were for him and son-in-law Dennis and Pilates with Pat, and of course time with all of us together.
The best part of Papa, Dad, Pa are the things that make us all laugh and love. Our favorite things about him were his sense of humor, selflessness,his ability to constantly give of himself, and the beautiful memories we all made together. He had many names/titles...Dad, Daddio, and PaPa just to name a few. When he tried to call us by name, it usually took about 6 names including the family pets' before he actually got it right. We will never forget the family trips with the Sullivans taking our yellow boat out to Catalina. Who can forget the trips in the station wagon and the motor home? None of us will ever forget the station wagon he painted so bright yellow that it literally attracted bugs! But most of all, he loved us all in his own way and did his best to protect us from all of life's hazards, even the ones we really wanted to enjoy. He was always there for every one of us. Dad, Pa, Papa, Maintenance Man, Daddio....we miss you so very much. We will think about you each day and remember you and continue to love you. Thanks for all you did for each of us and for how you continue to do so. We love you always!