Steve Young.

This is perhaps the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. Yesterday, on Sunday 24th July 2005, one of, if not THE, nicest people I have had the pleasure to meet through the forum and in my lifetime left us.

Steve Young, a regular on these boards whom I have had the pleasure of spending many pleasant hours with over the past couple of years and whose warmth and humour always astonished me in its generosity and good feeling, was tragically killed in a road accident yesterday. Steve was 36 and was always so full of life – and so willing to share it with other people. He’d take his son Haydn to Duxford and fly him from Cambridge airport, being the dad most children must wish for. Who can forget his post about taking Haydn up in the Dragon Rapide? He was so happy to be with his partner Julie now after waiting for her for 12 years, they were planning on moving in together and getting married. At Flying Legends just a couple of weeks ago he wanted to take George, a veteran, flying – something he’d been really looking forward to since last year when he’d spent time chatting to him, and had spent ages planning. He’d arranged to hire an aircraft and take George over Mildenhall, where he’d been stationed during the war. Just giving something back to those he respected. The weather meant he couldn’t fly, but that afternoon watching the show with Julie, Haydn and George he was having a great time, as he was later, at the Red Lion.

Always ready to come up with a smile and a joke, always willing to support or lend a hand, always having time for other people. His signature on here sums Steve up so well:

Life. Live it, love it.

Goodbye Steve. You were one of the best.

Mark.

Steve Young – ‘Youngy’.
8th April 1969 – 24th July 2005.