Lea Hopkins Coppage
Hey, dear Lori -- I'm really sorry about your loss of Steve. Reading about him and his life and your marriage touched my heart. May you feel deep comfort, friend. I love you always and forever. -- Lea
Death date: Aug 22, 2022
Stephen “Steve” Graalman, age 67, died peacefully on August 22, 2022, after a valiant battle against prostate cancer. Steve is survived by his wife Lori and a large loving family including brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, grand Read Obituary
Hey, dear Lori -- I'm really sorry about your loss of Steve. Reading about him and his life and your marriage touched my heart. May you feel deep comfort, friend. I love you always and forever. -- Lea
I knew Steve from SCCA regional racing in the Mid Atlantic Road Racing Series (MARRS) in 1990 and 1991. We raced each other many times at Summit Point, WV. Steve showed all of us he obviously wasn't afraid to go his own way, as he was the only one to race a Mazda RX-7, instead of the standard Mustang 5.0 or Camaro Z28. We had many spirited races together, and just his being there made it a blast. Steve always demonstrated great camaraderie off track too, as many a time we'd chat in his lawn chairs after we got off the track that evening. He was always quick to offer us a drink and talk about how qualifying went, always looking forward to the next day's competition. Some of the fondest memories of my life were spent with Steve on those weekends racing at Summit Point.
A neighbor of Steve's and my friend from college, Mike Perozziello, told me about his new neighbor, who seemed to be an awesome guy and very helpful. As it turned out, it was Steve, of course, and Mike soon somehow discovered that we used to race together. Talk about a blast from the past, hearing about Steve instantly brought back so many great memories. It was great to hear that Steve was well liked and respected outside of racing as well, and was obviously a great person. He will be very missed.
“Love is eternal — the aspect may change, but not the essence.” This is for you Lori. Although I had not got a chance to meet Mr. Steve in person but I felt I had seen him through your talks and feelings for him. You and Steve loved each other deeply and when you love someone you want to keep them happy. Steve is in a better place ,as they say ,with no pain and sufferings and he is happy without it .His love and memories should keep you happy and encouraged. May his soul live in eternal peace.
- SAJAN JOHN
Steve and Lori, Lori and Steve. You never saw one without the other. They were the icon for love, the epitome of what God intended for the institution of marriage.
I met Steve through work. Although Steve was the manager for a team of folks, he was much more comfortable in his office, solving problems and fixing code. Not that he didn't like people! He absolutely did! He always said his wife was just better at those kinds of things (with a big smile). Steve was kind, helpful and just a great guy.
He has earned his wings! May he rest in eternal peace and power.
I’m Free
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free; I’m following the path God has laid you see.
I gook His hand when I heard Him call. I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day to laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way; I found that peace at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss. Oh yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I’ve savored much
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee
God wanted me now; He set me free.
Steve and Lori have always been an inspiration to me. I was fortunate enough to get to know them through work. Steve always had something funny to say in keeping the situation more bearable. Once, out on a boat ride to the Eastern Shore for lunch, the way back turned a bit hair-raising when a huge storm decided to appear. Steve kept everything calm, notifying the Coast Guard with the number of "souls" on board, maneuvering the sail boat safely back at the dock. Not a worry in my mind that we weren't safe with him. Lori and Steve are forever in my heart.
I have know Steve since I was 15 in high school. He was my first love. I am so sorry for your loss Ms Lori. My heart is with you during this most difficult time.
I've known Steve for a little over 7 years now. Soon after meeting him, he discovered I also had a personal watercraft (PWC). He was enthusiastic to have a potential riding buddy to cruise the local Annapolis area waterways. We'd meet up for rides a few times a season, and a couple times we invited other co-workers to take turns riding our skis while using Steve's other boat as our floating base to hang out. As much as Steve enjoyed riding the PWC and being on the water, I think he also really enjoyed sharing his toys with others in the office. On these PWC outings I'd get a glimpse of his racing daredevil past, whether it was racing me down the Severn river and pulling away from me, running a slalom course through some unused mooring balls, or getting some air off a wave. On one of the team outings while he was having fun on my PWC, he came barreling towards the boat as we watched. As he got closer we expected him to stop or slow down, but he didn't. He got fairly close and turned hard seemingly at the last second and through up a huge wave of water at several of us on his boat. We were surprised and soaked, but it was all in good fun.
During the start of the pandemic we were all sent home for what we thought was going to be a week or two while Covid came and went. A couple weeks turned into a quite a lot longer. Since Steve was battling cancer he was away from the office for nearly a year. During that time we kept in touch and still managed to get a few PWC rides in together. There were two epic rides we were able to do, one was a trip from Annapolis to St. Michaels, and another was from Annapolis to Rock Hall. Both were great long distance cruises with great waterfront stops for a beer and a bite to eat.
Besides our PWC adventures, Steve and I both enjoyed working on our vehicles. Whenever discussing a car problem or some upcoming work that needed to be done, he'd offer up his help and use of his garage. I took Steve up on his offers a few times, and was glad to have his experience when I ran into a problem. He also helped me sea trial and inspect my first boat, perform the routine maintenance the first season I had it, and this Spring helped me with my first impeller change.
A few years ago, I started to run several times a week to pass time during my son's running practices and to lose some weight. Steve was always encouraging me on my running journey, and even braved a cold March morning to cheer me on during my first ever half marathon last year. I think my running in part might have motivated Steve to start working out in 2019. It was great to see him improving as his workouts progressed, and to hear him say how he actually felt better after working out.
Although I only met Steve two short years ago, he made an lasting impact on me and my family. He and Lori were welcoming, helpful and friendly literally from the day we moved in next door. I was so excited when we first met Steve, Lori and our other neighbor that we were so lucky to have such a wonderful set of neighbors. Steve was one of those giving people that serves as evidence that there is still true goodness in the world. He was always quick with help, showed genuine interest in your welfare and generously offering time and deeds to make everyone’s life better. He was an awesome neighbor and we wish we had more time with him as I am sure our friendship would have continued to grow. He was a great friend, always offering or performing a favor without anyone asking. We spent several evenings chatting about our common interests, often losing track of time until one of our spouses would come outside to retrieve us for dinner. He always had a spark in his eye when we would talk about his former race days and a common friend he and I had. It gave me a chuckle to watch him ‘drift’ on his ATV in the snow as he happily plowed snow off of the roadway for the neighborhood. On another occasion recently, he saw that I had the hood of my truck raised and he came racing over to see if he could help me fix anything (I was just changing spark plugs). It’s just the kind of guy he was. I am only comforted in the belief that he is now at peace and reunited with his family. My family feels lucky to have known him and we treasure the all-too-short time we had together. He will be deeply missed, but never forgotten.