Steven I. Haber

Steven is so alive in so many of us. I will miss his magic and keep blowing my wooden train whistle as a wink to him up there. And…. Not to worry Joanie, we got you !❤️🙏

Such a loss to so many and now an angel looking over us…ride high on that mountain Steve! Thanks for all of your service and sacrifice to the world…you will be missed..

Sending our love and prayers to Joan and the family.
Chuck and Noriko Sidlow

Joan, Although I never had the privilege of meeting Steven it seems that he was a very special man.
I am so sorry for your tremendous loss and my heart goes out to you.

We have fond memories of Steven over our years of friendship with Steven & Joan. He loved to crack a joke, the more subtle the better; he loved to tease his wife, both devoted to each other; he loved to play cards & board games with friends, livening the games up with his humor; he loved his rum & cokes, made to order by his favorite barmaid (Joan); he was proud of his grilled steak; he loved to tell a story, particularly about his comrades-in-arms; his love of travel led him to the love of his life – Joan; he was proud of his sons, daughter & their children, bragging about their accomplishments; he found his animal soulmate at Heart of Horse Sense; and he knew he was headed to heaven too soon but would see us again one day. What a gift to spend cherished moments with him before his passing. For that Terry & I are filled with gratitude.

Miss you my friend.

Steve was the most ‘unique’ customer I ever had during his stay at G. Fried Carpets. Our meetings and dinners were always ‘interesting’. Steve Haber was a ‘one-of-a-kind’ man who really enjoyed life.
I will miss him.!

Pointman always walks in front; scanning forward, and side to side,
he never looks back; it’s too dangerous.

Why did you volunteer to walk point that morning?
Did you hear the claymore detonate before the shrapnel hit you?
When did you realize the three troopers behind you were already dead?
You asked, then, why you had lived and they did not.
We had no answer then.

Fifty seven years later, as I sit in a chair next to the bed where you lay dying,
you ask me that question again. Why you?
Now, in these last moments, we can look back.
You had things to do: businesses to start up and run; people to employ;
kids to help startup and run their own businesses; grandkids to love and enjoy; horses to befriend.
And before all that you had to meet Joan, the love of your life.

Does any of this help to answer that old question, Steve?
Now I can only hope so, and say good by.
You were loved and will be sorely missed.
Sky Soldiers cry after all.

Steven, you were more than just one of my “pickleball homies” at the Downtown Y, you were an admired friend and fellow brother in arms. Your tenacity on the courts was only surpassed by your genuine concern for my health and wellbeing. Your guidance on how to best navigate the VA Hospital was invaluable advice… a gift for which I will always be grateful. Your friendship was cherished. Your valor was an example to us all. In the Navy, we never say “Good Bye” but instead we offer a hearty “Farewell, Shipmate.” Steven, you left the party way too soon, but I look forward to seeing you in the next port. Peace my friend.

I have many memories of my grandfather and i love him very much and after i heard about his death it didn’t hit me that much but after coming to asheville and seeing all the pictures of him i just miss him very much now.