Rest in peace Steve. Thank you for everything.💙

    Really,don't know how to say it all...just Steve and I had a relationship that was kinda special  and he and I both knew that there was something about each of us that was unique. 
   We meet at the casino,and if you knew Steve he just  went there to get away,and it was a mid point from Houston ,to a Alabama. There were times he and I would just sit outside and  talk football..man him with Alabama...and me with LSU..We laughed a many a laughter, about those teams,and he was soooo mesmerised by Alabama,that it was almost like a possession..of mind over reality...lol.He really love that team...anyway I'm gonna miss Steve,he would make the effort...everytime he would come in the Casino..he made a special effort to come by and see me...really can't tell you how much that meant to me...but he knew..and that's what made him special ..just really glad I made the special effort to see him...in his final days..rest in peace my brother and thank you for all the great memories....C.F.😎🦞🛸

While I never met your Stephen I know his precious daughter well and the wonderful person she is now is a wonderful testament to the kind of Dad/man he was.  Ricki has a heart of gold and a strong spirit to make her successful in life...that comes from teachings. May God bless your family at this time and give you sweet peace and memories knowing he is now with our God.

Just heard today of Butch's passing with great sorrow. Butch and I were very close friends, lived next door to each other, for many years during our St. Catherine days and high school days. We shared many many memories growing up on Catholic Hill together. I remember our experiences as if they were yesterday, mostly good but a few bad. We were the only two Catholics playing baseball at the Pratt City YMCA.  (Lower Pratt City) Our journey together ended when I moved in 1963 and attended a different high school. Never forgot Butch and our memories.

Over the years I asked our Pratt City friends about Butch. I always wanted to see him again. Not being on social media I am not in touch with current happenings. It was special growing up on Catholic Hill. I have always thanked God for the experience and the friends made. I think that we learned values, work ethics and a commitment to God and family.

May God bless you Butch. You will always be with me.

It is with great affection and admiration that I remember Butch and all the Mackinaws.  We were all blessed to have grown up on Irish Hill. We all have a bond like no other. Rest in Peace

Stephen and I went to elementary and high school together.  We both grew up in Pratt City.  I have so many good memories of Stephen (we called  him Butch) and the entire Mackinaw family.  I was so sorry to hear of his illness a few months ago.  Please know that I have been keeping him and all of his family in my thoughts and prayers.  God Bless.

Our brother, Stephen Crawford Mackinaw, had a quick wit, a strong heart, and a kind and generous spirit.  He had a quiet manner, seldom raising his voice, but could get his message across so that you listened and learned.  Growing up on Irish Hill in Pratt City, Steve was affectionately known as “Butch”, by his friends and neighbors. 
Steve made a positive difference in the lives of all he met, not just his family, whom he loved fiercely, but his tenants, the clerk at the Jiffy Mart, strangers he encountered.  He had a way of interacting with people that left those he met with a chuckle and a smile.  At our family gatherings, he entertained us all with his thousands of stories, jokes, and parlor tricks, suitable for all ages. No one could tell a story the way he could. We all waited patiently and anxiously for the punch line and it was always a doozie. 
Steve was a proud veteran of the Vietnam Era,  serving in the Army Artillery in Germany.  Whenever  anyone thanked him for his service, he always replied: “It was my privilege”. 
Even though Steve was the 7th of 13 children, he took pride in helping his older and younger siblings, whether we wanted him to or not.  His parting words to each of us was always: “Let me know if you need anything-Anything at all”.
Steve’s last message to his family and friends“Remember the love we shared”, is included in the following poem he wanted read at his funeral: 

“Miss Me, But Let Me Go”
When I come to the end of the road, And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room, Why cry for a soul set free. 

Miss me a little, but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low, Remember the love that we once shared,  Miss me, but let me go. 
For this is a journey that we all must take, And each must go alone,  It’s all a part of the Master’s plan, A step on that road to “home”.
So when you are lonely and sick at heart, Go to the friends we know, Bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss me but let me go. 

Steve was a good friend. He loved his family more than anything. He shared many stories about his son and daughter and grandkids over the years with me. He had a great love for his siblings. His partner Beth was the love of his life. He shared the trips to Israel that he nd Beth took together and many other trips they took together. God called him home too  early. I was lucky that i got to have him in my life. 

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Stephen Crawford Mackinaw

12 février 1946 – 23 janvier 2021

Garden Oaks Funeral Home & Crematory

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