Stuart Lee Stoltz

Stuart Lee Stoltz, arrived 11.19.1948 and passed on to wherever we go 12.13.2024. Cynic that he was, I think he would’ve liked the Friday the 13th date. Although he was born to Shirley and Mr. Roush, he was raised by his mother and Fred Stoltz in Lynnwood in the pleasurable company of his sisters Chris, Cindy and his brother Art. His uncle Neil was like a brother, but he was the youngest of his mother's five siblings. Back then, the road to town was a dirt road. He was known for wanting to take the back roads, especially on his Harley.

After high school, he served in the Navy (forever loved that color “greeze”), met and married his first wife Suzie, and later worked at the lazy B as a graphic designer for 28 years, continually anticipating the inevitable pink slip during the time of “Turn out the Lights.” Alas, he was not to be freed from there for many years. But to his good fortune, he met his lovely future wife, Margaret Gould, at Boeing as she was also employed there as an artist. They had two terrific kids – Casey and Gabriel- who were the light of their lives. They also inherited a houseful of other kids who just stopped by to eat and hang out, as Lee and Margaret were often at the stove or the barbeque making something delicious for anyone hungry. He was Dad to us all.

Once his early retirement finally came, and happy to be gone from that crazy house, Lee could be found working on the house, the Airstream, a garage full of cool cars, or in the garden. Lee was a man with projects going all his life. He did a late stint at Lowe’s, helping save people from themselves in the paint department until he finally retired for good.

Kind of a soft-spoken guy in general, he could be counted on to yell about the uncalled holding call during the Seahawks games. The Mariners were a continual disappointment, though he was a loyal fan. RIP the Sonics. An avid reader, he was an astute observer of politics (hence the cynicism), loved good music, and old movies. He was a fine friend to many people, even those far flung, especially if you had time to talk on the phone.

He leaves behind his sisters Chris, Cindy, his brother Art, wife Margaret, sons Casey and Gabe, alongside many more family and loved ones who all are grieving his absence. So, hug your friends and call your family, or hug your family and call your friends, Whatever works, just don’t delay.