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TEPHEN ROY BRINKER, 54, of Nederland, Texas passed away April 12, 2007. He was born October 26, 1952 in Houston, Texas to the late Roy Henry and Alice Jean Waterman Brinker. He is survived by a sister, Brenda Brinker Ward and husband Mike of Nederland; 2 nieces, Teri Odom and husband David of Nederland, Jill Gaspard and husband Scott of Nederland; and 10 great nieces and nephews.
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Scott Sheldon
Good Ol Stevie B!Steve was really a Class of '70 but, you know, things happen.
I was good friends with Steve all these years since high school.
He loved the Blues, Playing the drums, The Allman Brothers Band!
We both loved the Oilers till they dropped us in the grease! HAHA!
Played a lot of softball together!
Man, the memories are thick!
The last few years he beat the demons. He was clean.
He was happy. He also found Joy in the Lord.
He was truely at peace his last year or so.
I loved Steve and told him everytime I talked to him that I loved him.
Till we meet again brother!
Debra Donham (Barr)
Bullet, you were one of the very best friends I ever had in my whole life. I'm glad we were so close, especially in your last years. We had so much fun at Brad Floore's house when he and I were together up until about 18 months before your tragic end.
I met you in 9th. grade drama. You were such a big, cute teddy bear. One of our first assignments was to interpret a kid's book. Your version of "Horton Hears a Who" had us all screaming and laughing and crying. It was so incredibly funny, and all those voices yu did were hilarious. Then you were in "A Mid-Summer's Night's Dream" with me when I played the lion. My Mammaw made such an incredible costume for me with a virtually-prehensile tail. We were so good, Uncle Bill had us perform for all the ninth graders at Tiger High, then almost all the eighth-graders in the district to get as many kids as he could interested in signing up for drama when they went to high school. You were just great as the crazy drunk Fairy. And you weren't a half-bad drummer!!!!!!! My favorite one, anyway.
One of things I always loved about you most was your love and respect for children. When you lived with me, my 4 year-old son, Trey, and my baby brother Scott (also passed on) we had so much fun. We went to that Rock Festival in Dallas at Cowboy stadium with that guy Don. It was so frigging hot (104 degrees) that we all went out of the stadium and partied in the grass under the trees. You played frisby and toss with Trey for a couple of hours.You were always playing with him when we were home. And you were so attached to Brenda's kids from the time they were born. It's such a shame you never found the right woman to have a bunch of your own.
The reason you died was so senseless. If we'd had enough time, surely we all could have found a way to raise the money for the hospital and surgical suite. In this day and age, no one so young should die of Parkinson's.
I miss you so much, and always will. See you some day. Tell your mom I miss her, too, and love you both.
Michael Austin Pritchard
Steve, you had such a crazy sense of humor, your sarcastic roasting of Father Pat Gray at the ol' Ashtray used to keep us doubled over, paralyzed with laughter. You were always kind, never mean spirited, though, that is what made you so much fun to be around. You always were there at the Felix Fly shows, helping us move our equipment, and being a good vibe. Later we partied in Austin, and had some good times there, too.
We always new the crowd was complete when Brinker showed up, usually with others in tow, and ready to have a fun time. Your loss is a great sadness to me, I did not know until just recently through our friend Larry McClellan that you had left us. God Bless you Steve.