Birth date: Sep 22, 1953 Death date: Sep 2, 2023
Steven Compton Ingraham, a beloved husband, son, brother, uncle, and friend passed away on Saturday, September 2, 2023, in Renton, WA. Born to Stanley C. and Barbara M. Ingraham in Port Angeles WA, September 22, 1953, Steve lived Read Obituary
Dear sweet Linda I’m so sorry to hear of Steve’s passing. I can see he & Jud playing golf in heaven together. You two were such a loving kind couple. We never saw you both without your smiles. Juds been gone for 5 yrs now if there’s anything you want to talk about just call. All my love and prayers for you & the rest of the family ❤️
HAVE SO MANY MEMORIES OF STEVE AND LINDA . LARRY LOVED THOSE BREAKFASTS AT ANGELAS THAT THEY WOULD GET TOGETHER FOR AND THE GREAT VISITS TO TUCSON. HE WILL BE GREATLY MISSED BUT NOT FORGOTTENLARRY AND SHARON BITTNER
Dear Linda, and Ingraham Family.
My heart goes out to you. Your in my thoughts and prayers.
I have known Steve and his family for over 30 years. We first met through the fuel oil business. Such fond memories of a fishing trip to Port Angeles, house foundation construction work in Oakbrook development and many other projects together. Steve's friendship was so very special , as we shared many commonly life experiences. This is such a shock as I spoke with Steve about two weeks ago on the phone. I am so sorry for your loss. I will miss Steve so dearly. My condolences, Rodney McLean and McLean family.
I met Steve at Highline school district… I had just started driving when Steve had joined, his bus happened to be next to my bus so we would see each other every day… and so started a friendship that will be missed…. He was a great person, always helping others, taking extra routes to make sure the kids got to school… these kids that we drove were horrible yet everyday he came off that bus in a good mood…after Highline we continued to talk and get together with my husband and daughter. I’m going to miss his cheerful personality and miss all the talks we used to have. Rest in peace, my friend!
Steve and I went to high school together meeting one another through our common group of friends. Until the Ingraham’s pulled up stakes in south central Alaska, we were constantly up to something whether working or playing. That never changed.
It was a dark and crisp night not long after Thanksgiving. We got the wild hair to go ice fishing on Hidden Lake. The lake destination was what we called Kokanee Cove, a nifty place where native land lock red salmon were in good numbers. While flying down the lake through two or 3 inches of snow in an old four-wheel-drive pick up, we couldn’t have been happier. Sometimes we’d drive with headlights on sometimes not. As we got into the cove I flipped the lights back on and it was a good thing. Steve mentioned that he thought he saw a dark spot ahead of us. As it turned out it was open water. A warm spring bubbling up kept the ice from forming. We were traveling at speed and it’s a good thing he caught the dark spot as soon as he did. It was just about all we could do to miss the spot and drive off to the side. Headlights didn’t shine very far in those days.
Through all of life‘s ups and downs and travails, we always remained in contact genuinely concerned about our respective plights in life. One could not ask for a better friend. Can’t pay the man higher praise than that. Rest in peace my friend and keep an eye on your “partner.”
I met Steve through Scott his brother while golfing,that was almost 40 years ago.We use to go golfing and one fishing trip to Canada.
Steve was always there as a friend and would help you out. When I was going through some health issues my wife contacted him to be an emergency contact and he agreed. He was loyal and had a heart of gold.
When Linda came into the picture she brought him sunshine. Steve you will be missed but not forgotten. God made only one of you. This world was a better place for having you in it.
Love Bret and Bonnie
I have many, but my favorite memories have been the most recent. When my stubborn tween doesn’t want to engage, Uncle Steve says, “Glad you got to see me!”. Perfection! He was a teddy bear and I’m going to miss him tremendously.
