| Location | Doncaster |
| Age | 27 years |
| Date of Birth | 2/1979 |
| Date of Death | 9/2006 |
| Visitors | 13,255 since 24/10/2006 |
| Creator |
Stephen "Steve" Beaumont from Bessacarr, Doncaster (formerly of Scawsby) was killed in a motorbike accident when a car pulled out on him while he was riding his Ducati 749 on Stripe Road Nr Tickhill, Doncaster on 1st September 2006 at 11:31am. He was 27.
He breezed through School, whilst working his way up through the Scouts (In fact he was the first guy in Doncaster (maybe even Yorkshire) who went all the way from the beginning to the end, achieving his Duke of Edinburgh award and Queen Scout status). He went on to gain a degree in Geology at Durham University and went on to become an Applied Drilling Technologist (after a few speedy promotions) for Halliburton Sperry Sun Drilling, a job he enjoyed, but which took him away from home for two weeks of every month.
He has one younger brother, Andrew and a father Mick who are both motorbike enthusiasts. His mother Margaret passed away in February 2006 after suffering from MS for many years. Steve was devastated by this, but was relieved that she was free from pain. I know he will be looking after her now.
Steve got along with everyone he met and was always interested in whatever they had to say. He REALLY was a golden boy (a fact which we used to joke about!), good at everything he set his mind to and a lovely, genuine person. He should still be here.
He passed his bike test when he was 21, but had been on or around bikes since he was a nipper - in fact his first word was "bike". He was always talking about everything bike and reading up and going on trackdays to make himself a better rider. He worked so hard to buy his dream bike, a Ducati. I remember a poster of a Ducati 916 being on his wall when I first met him and he said "I will own a Duke one day". He was on his Ducati just nipping to Tesco to jet wash it to make sure it was well-cleaned to store it away for the winter when he was killed by a moron who did not even look before pulling out. He was killed instantly.
He had also bought a 1972 Honda CB350 K4. He was doing it up and was going to race it (well try to!) in the next classic racing season. Sadly, this wasn't meant to be : (
We had planned a trip to Italy in October starting off in Florence, then moving on to Rome and finally ending up in Naples/Pompeii. Steve planned alot of this and had researched into all the places to visit while we were there. He was so excited about going and I couldn't wait to go there with him. Italy was one of the places we dreamed about living in one day.
Losing Steve was my worst nightmare amplified. Steve was my soul mate. We were together for almost 5 years (would have been 5 years on 26th September) and lived together for 2 and a half of them, but it felt such a short time. I love him with all my heart. I couldn't believe that I had met someone I loved so much and had so much in common with, i.e. bikes, music, food, wine etc and a biker! I had an affinity with bikes since I was a child too, as both my parents ride and always secretly hoped I would meet someone with a passion for motorcycling and did I! He was my best friend and he was spanking gorgeous. He made me laugh all the time. He was truthfully hardly ever without a smile on his face. I don't know what I am going to do without him. I miss him so much and I really thought we would grow old and grey together. I feel so sorry for him. He had such a lot to live for and relished every moment as though it was his last. I feel so grateful for the time we had together and I am glad I made the last 5 years of his life happy ones. Only the best seem to get taken too early.
This is not goodbye gorgeous. You truly didn't deserve this. I will see you again x
Please write a tribute or light a candle for Steve...
Hi Steve
It was a pleasure working with you.
I won't forget that flight we both took down to France on our first job for Sperry. You busting for the loo and not being able to go because the seatbelt signs were switched on. Then to make it worse they aborted the landing. By the time we got into the terminal the look on your face (and the way you were walking) was priceless. A few hours in the bar afterwards helped though.
All the best.
To Those Whom I Love and Those Who Love Me
When I am gone, release me, let me go
I have so many things to see and do
You must not tie yourself to me with tears
Be happy that I have had so many years
I gave you my love, you can only guess
How much you gave me in happiness
I think you for the love each have shown
But now it is time I traveled on alone
So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust
It is only for a while that we must part
So bless the memoriss in your heart
I will not be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come
Though you can not see or touch me, I will be near
And if you listen with your heart, you will hear
All of my love around you soft and clear
Then, when you must come this way alone
I will greet you with a smile and a
'Welcome Home'
Mary Alice Ramish
one of your songs was on tv last night and my mind automatically flipped to you and your family. We dont know you but we have all been through the same trauma of losing the one we love in very similar circumstances and my heart breaks for everyone.
Just wanted you to know that we are all thinking of you and all your family and friends
jen xxxxxxxxxxxxx
For Stephen's mum
The holiday season is here and with it comes the New Year.
Although for me time passes slowly, New Year's Day will ring in quickly.
I dread this New Year's Day because
they will look at me in a terribly strange way
when I get misty-eyed and talk about something you had done.
After you first left me they reasoned when I cried,
'He's only been gone a few months.'
And I would catch that look of understanding in their eyes,
and found some comfort that they knew.
But on last New Year's Day my first thought upon awakening was,
Oh God, my son died last year,
not just a few months ago, not even this year but last year.
He will never live in this year.
They didn't understand, they didn't reason that last year,
for me the loss was still new.
They thought, 'It happened last year so long ago, why does she still cry?'
I could see it in their eyes.
This New Year's Day, will it be different?
will my first thought upon awakening be,
Oh God, my son died the year before last,
not a few months ago, not this year or even last year
but the year before last?
He will never live in this year.
Will they even listen, should I not look them in the eyes,
for fear that I shall see,
'Why is she still crying? It happened so long ago.
It was the year before last.'
Those words that we use to describe the passage of time,
a few months, this year last year, the year before last.
They don't know that time stands still for me.
Will they understand that's why I cry?
Don't they know my son just died ...
the year before last?
gah
Merry Christmas darling. It's the worst time of year to be without you, well all year is, but you loved xmas and new year so much, it breaks my heart all over again...
I will come and see you soon.
I'll always love you. There's a place in my heart reserved just for you. Time has gone on, as it does, but it still feels like yesterday...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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