Cow of Scottsdale Presents: The Story of Steve & Connie
The Story of Steve & Connie
Steve left in October of 2003. I was heartbroken, there was never an explanation from Steve of why this was happening..... It was hard to go out anywhere because I was always afraid I would run into him and knew how upsetting it would be.....So, I stayed away from everyone and everything...All I did was go to work and come home.... In November of 2003 there was a benefit for a very close friend who needed surgery....Some friends persuaded me to go, assuring me that Steve would not be there.....Not only was he there but he was on stage singing when we arrived.... I started trembling and my eyes were starting to water.... I could not go in so I stayed outside and talked to friends... I was getting ready to leave and come home when an old friend? from many years before came outside... I could not believe my eyes.... We talked for a long time and he convinced me to go inside and have a drink with him... That was the first time I smiled and laughed for a very long time. This man made me feel good about myself again and unfortunately I believed him and in him. If I had my wits about me I would have known better but I was at a very vulnerable point in my life.... Time went on and I never heard from or about Steve until one Friday in January 2005 when I came home from work early because of severe stomach pains....I wasn't home for more than 15 minutes when the phone rang and it was the Tempe Police Department on the other end asking me if I knew Steve Dodge...Well, my first thought was" Oh My God he got arrested!!" I was not prepared or expecting to hear that he had passed away.... I made them repeat themselves because I could not believe what I was hearing..... My stomach pain went away as soon as I hung up the phone.... I think Steve was telling me what had happened... When the report from the medical examiner came in I found out he succumbed to liver cancer and a heart attack.
To make matters even worse many of Steve's possessions were stolen by people who were suppose to be his friends... I had to fight for years to get the few things I did.... The one most important thing was his brief case and I was told by one of the people who helped himself to Steve's possessions that he didn't have one....
Nothing could be more untrue....Steve's whole life was in his briefcase....
Steve was my soul mate, we always ended up back together and I believe with all my heart had he not been sick that he would have never left... Steve would never allow anyone to see him weak, especially me. Steve was my protector, my knight in shining armor. He knew he was getting sicker and it was getting to the point where he could not hide it from me any longer.. Steve never complained and never let anyone know when he was not feeling well... If he only would have let me or any of his friends know what was going on maybe, he would be here with us today..... If only it were so.....
