MANDERIOLI-BARON, Steve (Papa)

Vistoso Funeral Home, Oro Valley, Arizona Steve Manderioli-Baron May 3, 1954 - January 9, 2015 Steve was a wonderful son, husband, father, friend, and most importantly, "Papa". Originally born in Hamilton, Bermuda on May 3,1954. He grew up with his mom, older brother Mike and a younger brother Richard. In June 1958 Norma married Milton Larkin and they became a family. They all lived with their nanny on Victoria Ave, in Pembroke Parish until 1959. On February 14, 1959 they all moved to Falls Church, Virginia where Milton's family lived. It was the first time any of them had been on a plane or ever left the island. Steve started elementary school in Falls Church, he attended Lemon Road, which he and Mike walked to everyday. Steve played baseball and hit a home run, not bad for a Bermudian boy who only knew about soccer and Cricket. Steve went to Lemon Road until grade 6, then attended Longfellow Junior High school, then on too Marshall High school. He got his first car at 16 years old, it was a black valent, which he painted silver. He broke his toes sliding into home plate in 1968, his first broken bones. Before Steve could graduate from high school the family was transfer in June 1971 to Honolulu Hawaii. Steve graduated from Radford High in June 1972. After high school Steve worked and still lived at home with his family. In 1975 Steve moved back to Bermuda and lived with Aunt Marion and Uncle David. He met his first wife Deborah at the Grotto Bay night club,they were married in the summer of 1977. Prior to his getting married he came to visit his parents in Columbus, Ohio where he taught his sister Carol how to drive stick shift. He left Ohio and drove to Boston to get married. His marriage did not last very long but of his marriage he became a father, something that Steve was very proud of being. His first daughter Tiffany was born August 18, 1978 and Rebecca April 6, 1980. Steve remained living in Falls Church and staring working at Vienna Pizza where he met Regina. They both enjoyed each others company and spent many hours talking together. She was good for Steve with a big heart to help him over come his loss. Their friendship continued after Regina left for Tucson, AZ to be closer with her family. Within weeks Steve realized he could not live without her. One day while driving to work, he just kept driving... all the way to Tucson, Arizona. He never looked back. They married March 19, 1983 here in Tucson. In January 1985 they moved to Falls Church, Virginia and purchased their first home. They had their first child together, Tristy September 13, 1985 and then came Rene October 5, 1987. Steve and Regina had a complete family of 4 girls, Steve loved every minute of his life. The summers at his house were so much fun and full of women. Each year his fireworks show on the 4th of July got bigger and bigger. Steve was the type of person who had a open door to everyone. He was such a teddy bear when it came to his girls and family. He was always there for everyone and the love that he had for his family was huge. Most people would say don't you want a son,but not Steve he was very happy with his girls. He loved being a father and always show them how much he loved each one of them. He had special time with each one and special names for them. In 2002, Steve and his family drove cross-country from Virginia to sunny Arizona. Three cars, 5 people, 5 days - it was a very memorable adventure. In 2008, Steve walked Tristy down the isle and gave her away to a new exciting life. In 2009, he was overjoyed in welcoming his granddaughter, Leah Sofia. He stayed at the hospital for over 12 hours waiting patiently, giving comfort and encouragement to Tristy. When he held Leah for the first time, moments after her entrance into the world, his eyes lit up. Love at first sight. That moment was the start of their special bond. Two years later, he had the same bonding moment with Matthew. Although tiny, he knew he would become a little trouble maker. Finally, a boy in a house of girls. Steve was destined to be a Papa. He had such great joy in spending time with his grandchildren. He loved every minute, as they did too. It was a bond that was so precious. He will forever be their Papa.