On September 23rd at 10:31 a.m., Bradley J. Stewart passed away at the age of 30. He was born on October 6, 1988 to William Stewart II and Samantha Stewart in Casper, Wyoming.
Brad got engaged to Marissa Brown on June 13, 2015. Together they raised 2 daughters, Jade and Liliana. He enjoyed camping, fishing, and hunting. He loved the outdoors! Anyone who knew Brad could tell you he was the “life of the party”, that he loved his job as a carpenter, and worked had to provide for his family no matter what.
Brad was survived by his fiancé Marissa; his daughters, Jade and Liliana; his mother Samantha; brother William Stewart III; sister Kylie; grandfather William Stewart I; grandmother Rose Lake; aunt Sharon; uncle Dennis; aunt Karla; uncle Steve; cousins Chrissy, Vince, Nathan, Nick, Adam; brothers-in-law, Jake Westby, Marcel Brown, Dontae Young; mother-in-law Lanette Brown; father-in-law, Donald Young; including friends Mike Soberonez, Christian S., Devon L., Josh B., Aaron, Boone, Jeremy G., Brian Charles; the Members of the Church of God, and so many more.
A Celebration of Life will be held on Friday, September 27th at the Bustard’s Reception Center from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m. Food dishes are welcome and appreciated. The funeral will be held in the Lodge at Fort Casper on October 6, 2019 at 4:00 p.m. in Casper, Wyoming (82604).
Alice Ann Beasley
Well, it was a heck of a ride.
My journey ended recently in Casper, my adopted hometown of nearly 67 years. But I started life as an Okie, born in Tulsa. Was an only child and was doted upon by parents and many aunts and uncles from a large Irish family.
My stepfather was an accomplished horseman in the Shriner’s mounted patrol, and I became a horse-lover and rider early. A lot of little girls love horses but grow out of it, but I never did and have gone to a place where I can ride and commune with them every day. We’ll never run out of oats and never go lame.
Married Jim after his college career at Tulsa and a professional stint in Canada; my engagement ring was a Canadian diamond. We married as high society in Tulsa and moved to Casper three weeks later in January, 1953. That’s when I began to pit my indomitable will versus the unstoppable force of Wyoming wind. It never stopped and I never gave up; let’s call it a draw.
Jim and I brought four kids into the world, all starting at the hospital in Casper. I had occasion to go there a few times afterwards, a few too many times for my liking, but the periodic visits kept me around for a lot of events that meant something. I’ve seen kids blossom and grandkids arrive; have even seen some great-grandkids show up and make a memory or two of their wrinkled old Ma Beas.
Horses, kids, and the oilfield competed for space in my life for a lot of years….and somehow God gave me enough energy to deal with all three at once. Kids grew up and went off to do what they’re supposed to do, and the oilfield faded into the background. I was lucky-enough and smart-enough to always have some hooved friends down in the barn…or in the yard, or in the house a couple of times, like big pets. As the kids grew their own lives, the horses lived theirs but on a shortened timescale. My favored ones are down in the hay meadow under the cottonwood, where I have joined them. In our second go-round together, we plan to ride in knee-deep green with not a horsefly in sight….they must get sent on the Down Elevator.
A lot of my friends are waiting for me. They don’t all ride but they’ll have a hitching post for me and a kitchen table for sharing stories over an ice-cold Coke. Rita, Ruth, Apple, Dick and a host of others will welcome me because I’ve heard mentioned that every gathering gets just a little bit more interesting when I show up.
It’s been a heck of a ride.
George Zack Kofakis, age 1 month, 21 days, passed away on Friday, Sept. 20, 2019 in Mills, Wyoming. Trisagion was held on Wednesday, Sept. 25, 2019 at 7:00 PM at Bustard’s Funeral Home in Casper. Funeral Services will be held at 11 a.m. on Thursday, Sept. 26, 2019 at the Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church in Casper.
