Birth date: Mar 11, 1955 Death date: Mar 31, 2017
Steven Bryan Galland, was born in California on March 11, 1955 He passed away peacefully at home in Sacramento, California, on March 31, 2017, surrounded by his family. Steve was a loving husband, father and grandfather. He is sur Read Obituary
My husband and friend, I am so sorry that this sickness took your life. We had so much we wanted to do. We will do it when I meet you on the other side. Steve and I have been married almost 33 years live together 4 years and knew you when I was 19. I miss you so much I don't know what to do without you. Crying so sad just love you so so so so much. Rest Steve no more pain, so so sad forever, love you Steve.
For dad love Stormy, your daughter. Funeral speech:My dad was a rockstar, and everyone knew it, especially him. He could singand play guitar like no other dad I had ever met before. He used to play in bands as ayoung adult, and even met my mother at one of his performances. He alwaysbragged about how he saw her gorgeous red hair bobbing through the sea of people.How cool of a dad is that?My dad was also the biggest clown I knew, to which him and everyone elseknew, too. He was such a clown, in fact, that when I was a young teen I submitted asilly story about one of his antics to CosmoGirl Magazine under the MostEmbarrassing Parents in America Contest. He won third place! With that, blamingme for his awful public display of flatulence really paid off for him. What didn't payoff as much, though, was all the times he would hide in all the nooks and crannies ofthe house and scare us. There were a few times he scared me so hard, I hit him out ofreflex. Nonetheless, he never failed to amuse himself. He was truly the life of everygathering, and never failed to make everyone laugh. Almost everyone in this roomhas had a funny memory or inside joke regarding my dad.My father was also a pushover. He gave into almost all of my brattydemands when I was a little girl, even calling me his princess when I would beg himto. I'd steal his remote after he had a long day at work, climb up the tree in our backyard, and refused to give it back until he promised to play at least one round of GoFish! with me. He always kept his little girl's promise. He had more patience withme than I ever deserved, especially when I went through this weird phase around sixyears of age where I would randomly pull his pants down and run away when hewould be in the kitchen cooking. He bore with me through that odd phase in mychildhood like a champ.My dad was an explorer at heart. Although he never got to explore like hewanted to in his lifetime, It is something he often talked and daydreamed about. Hewanted to travel the states, go gold panning, fishing in Alaska, and to a Luau inHawaii. He loved the outdoors, particularly fishing. I learned a lot of survival skillsfrom my dad due to the love he had of the wilderness, like the time he taught mehow to fish. I stood in position, while he watched me from afar. It was my chance toshow him what I had learned from him. As I cast out my line, I could hear my dadshoots and hollers of approval, which made me feel ecstatic. It wasn't until I turnedaround, expecting to see a proud face on my father, that I saw face squinting in paininstead. I realized his hoots and hollers of approval were actually screams; that daythe only fish I caught was my dad, and a memory we both spent many yearsthereafter laughing about.My dad was a hard worker. He always went to work no matter how bad hefelt, and always made sure there was food on the table. We had to practically beghim to retire. He was never late to anything, ever. I would always hear him get upevery single day for work, at the exact same time, like clockwork. Sometimes Iwould accidentally catch a glimpse of him scuttling down the hallway in his whitey-tightiesgetting ready to start his day. I'll never forget the time when I got up to usethe restroom while he was getting ready one morning. It was meant to be quick so Ileft the light off, which was a huge mistake. I was half asleep, and he wasn'twearing his glasses. He rushed in to use the toilet and pulled his pants down and saton my lap, causing us to scream so hard, we both almost had heart attacks, whichthen turned into tear jerking laughter. I'll never forget my dads infectious laugh, andthe sound his feet made when he hurried down the hallway, getting ready eachmorning.My dad was a good man. He had a big heart and sometimes wore it on hissleeve. I lost count of how many times he rescued me when I would leave my carlights on and the battery would die, or I'd lock my keys in the car. He was alwaysthere for me, even when I moved to Hawaii and tried to fix the toilet on my own andflooded the house. He was there, on the phone, talk
My grandpa was the best man we all know. He will be dearly missed. As we lay him to rest today, we think about the memories. The time spent with my beloved grandpa. I will miss you everyday and will always love you and share the memories with your grandchildren. I love you papa
My Daddy,My hero, My best friend and my secret keeper…I miss you beyond believe…I promise to take you every where i go in life..I will think about you every day.I promise to keep close always….We all miss you so much.
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The best brother a sister could want. It was just the two of us. After our parents passed, we stayed pretty close. He was a very easy going guy. Never wanted for much. He loved to fish. As long as I can remember he wanted to fish. An excellent baker like our dad, it made our dad proud for Steve to follow in his footsteps. I think of him so often. He never wanted to talk on the phone much, so when he did it was very special. I love and miss you. Until we meet on the other side, brother. ❤️ to follow on
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You will never be forgotten by me. I remember sitting in your garage so many times having the greatest conversation and getting to know you all. You've been my family since and you still are. Sending love n hugs to each of you. Aunt Linda and all my cousins im so sorry for your loss. He was a great man.
