I found out my friend died the other day, like 2 years ago, because his mom's obituary was released. When people die you read their obituary and a few things are, made up I guess.
Anyways, here it is: https://www.walkersanderson.com/obituaries/ada-stephens
This was his mom (and just to clarify, he was transgendered but I addressed him as a guy the entire time) but I'll show a picture of him later on. I say he was a guy because when I knew him he was, just in a wheelchair at the time, and he had children and a wife.
Anyhow, the obituary has a few flaws, which were explained to me by "Ada" and her last name was actually "Welsh" because she re-married some guy named Leland. The only things I remember about that guy was he always yelled, "Huh?" when you asked him a question because he was basically deaf.
Her first husband was Ron Stephens (my friend's dad) and Ada told me they tried to revive her husband (despite having a DNR bracelet on) multiple times. I guess when he got diagnosed with Hodgkin's Disease they assumed radiation was the proper treatment but it basically microwaved his body, and he began having tumors in his body.
The city he lived in (Chugiak, but the town was basically Peter's Creek) really loved the guy, and they didn't want him to die. Either way, he passed away in 1993 (I'm pretty sure that's accurate) but Ada told me she had to pay the ambulance fee of $40,000 because they tried to revive her husband so many fucking times.
The dude has a DNR (do not resuscitate) bracelet on too, anyways she told me it bothered her and was the reason why she never called the paramedics when shit got bad. She was like, if you're going to die, then just die and get it over with (lol).
But the story about my friend is odd, like I don't believe he was ever transgender because he just came across is just an oddball kind of person and he actually enjoyed a ton of stuff I liked. But we'd have to break it down from how we met.
I met him online, we played video games together and he was this huge super geek about music. I fucking love music, but he told me that when he attended Oregon State University, like the whole nine yards of being in a fraternity and shit like that.
He became a DJ when he was there and played all sorts of crap on the radio, like punk rock and stuff. He was basically like a Rodney on the Rock (or Roq) kind of guy.
He also told me every Saturday morning he would take time to watch "The Smurfs" (I'm not kidding) and that's how he met his wife. But here's the thing behind that, he dated a girl who was a Nyphomaniac (basically a sexaholic), and she cheated on him, I don't know her name.
He told me that when that shit happened, he didn't want a relationship with anyone, and that attitude was how his wife liked him. She was from Portland, Oregon and eventually traveled to Alaska when they finished college and started a family.
I met him back when he went to Disneyland, I got a discount on tickets through Groupon. His family used to take trips to Southern California every winter, so it was pretty cool.
I was excited to take the trip to Alaska after I met him, but he promised we'd have fun and like when I got there we went out like once a week. I was just bored walking around the house.
I actually met his daughter Christine (I hated his boys) but the thing is, she was a huge drug addict. I guess there's nothing to do in Alaska, so she did all sorts of coke, meth, heroin, marijuana, pills and whatever she could get her hands on.
I met both her boyfriends, some dude named Zack (not a Lego maniac) who died of a drug overdose. She had 2 kids, one was Tristen and another named Emmitt, but it was complicated.
Like my friend Von tried to be a great grandparent, but the fathers were dicks to him and treated him like he was garbage. I just remember he pissed me off when I tried telling them to stop disrespecting him in his own house, and he was so used to being treated bad he just told me to mind my own business.
It just bugged me, but he also got blamed for Zack having that drug overdose because he gave him money when he needed work boots and clothes (and the guy went out and did heroin). His own fucking kids blamed him for it, they didn't even invite him to the funeral.
His boys pretty much ruined my trip, I was supposed to do all sorts of junk when I got there, we planned on taking a trip to his cabin but when I got there his mom said they sold it. Why do you think they sold it, because his oldest son needed college money and he dropped out of Washington State and ended up going to some school in Colorado.
When I was there his fucking care giver (some bitch named Mary Lee) all robbed my friend of $20,000. That was supposed to be spend on us and they flat out stole it, and he wouldn't do shit about it.
Mary Lee didn't even pay for the certification to look after him and basically hung out with his mom the entire time, when she should have been working. I was a little upset, eventually after I was there for a month I paid (with my own money, $4,000) the certification.
That Mary Lee bitch ended up being a stalker, he fired her and hired someone else but I saw her car always parked by the house. It's not hard to spot out, but she hung out with his children (the boys).
Which everything backfired on me, because the guy wouldn't let me sign the paperwork. He basically was like, "Oh great, now you can find work."
That pissed me off and I ended up leaving, when I got home (in California) they sent me shit in the mail. Apparently I'm certified to look after terminally ill people in the state of Alaska, right when I got home.
But anyways, that pissed me off, all he had to do was make me sign paperwork and I could have legally looked after him. The whole system was fucked up, but the pay was good, I should have been paid $400 a day to look after him.
That's why I was upset with him, but I thought the trip was worth it and he didn't charge me to stay at his house. That was a beautiful house, huge den, free internet and food.
Then when I told people I lived there, the community was suddenly nice to me, because Ada owned the whole fucking place. She owned the apartments, the property of the stores and people were trying to tell me, "Hey, can you get her to sell her property?"
That was the only time I was treated nice, otherwise it was just hanging out with a bunch of toothless rednecks who hated me. Even when we went to a town called Eagle River, kids were throwing rocks at me.
But the trip was worth it, I went to Anchorage and saw Everclear perform out there (at a place called Chillcoot Charlie's) and went to some baseball game. I actually liked going to the Walmart, the theater and Fred Meyer.
We saw that Despicable Me movie, so it was cool until his kid parked his car on the side of the road (it was called Glenn Highway) and had to pay to get it out of the impound lot. His kids really screwed up our fun, that's why I didn't like them.
However, Ada was really fun to chat with, my friend was ignoring me and I basically hung out with a few people like some redneck named JC (who got the shingles lol) and his daughter Christine. We basically just hung out smoking cigarettes and she was the only person I felt safe around when I was there.
JC was a drunk (who died like in 2015) and invited me to the bar there (some Fraternal Eagles place) and I won a poker tournament there, but JC was so drunk one night I had to walk him home in a wheelchair. He apparently did that often, but he was really good at singing and playing guitar.
I just didn't like the guys she dated (or married) because they treated my friend like shit. The guy Leland had a son (named Pete) who eventually died of a drug overdose (like in 2013), I saw a video tape where he basically recorded a bunch of porn he bought through Pay-Per-View.
That's basically my trip to Alaska, not a horrible time but there were boring ass days there. Like people drive to the Walmart just to hang out there, not even buy stuff.
I mentioned a few fun things, but the only shit people do out there is get wasted because it's pretty boring. It's a beautiful place, but you hear shit like people getting "cabin fever" and doing all sorts of nuts things.
This was during the summer, the sun never goes down but you never see a sunset, just the northern lights around midnight. He had a friend I met called "Kirk" at some bar, and that was when I found out his middle name was Dean.
But like soon as I met that dude, he was found dead in his house like right around the 4th of July. I was actually excited to meet some Mormon kid who was from where I lived, and we literally were like, "This place is so boring."
I didn't even get to go to that church (not that I wanted to) but it was better than doing nothing. The dude was sick like 4 days a week (he had multiple sclerosis), I just remember being upstairs watching Teen Wolf or Ada build a puzzle.
The thing that bothered me the most was I couldn't drive around, that's why I hated it there. I'd always have to go out with my friend, and he was always sick, spasming in bed.
I didn't blame him for the weeks we did absolutely nothing, like we went to the Fred Meyer (and a video game store near there) to buy stuff just so we wouldn't go insane. Then he randomly dropped by a sports card shop and bought some old box of cards (I think it was from 1993) just to open it in front of me.
That was when I found out he horded sports cards and pokemon cards, which made me excited. I went through his card collection and found like $400 cash, a Nolan Ryan rookie card and gave it to him.
He ended up telling me I'd inherit his baseball card collection when he died, but I've never seen that shit. They basically cremated him when he died, didn't even have an obituary of him or a funeral service.
One personal thing, when I was there I found this briefcase that was his wife's and I was messing with the lock. I eventually opened it and it was some old phone number he recognized, but it had divorce papers in it.
His wife was alive (at the time) in a vegetative state, at some hospital in Portland, Oregon where his kids would visit her. She was basically brain dead, they wished she'd improve but she just got worse.
Coming from someone who basically designed all the roads near the airport, she died pretty tragically. I didn't say anything, but those divorce papers were ready to be mailed out, and sadly he inherited money from her life insurance policy.
That was a secret I kept, and I've kept it a secret until I found out his mom died (at the end of May) and read that he died as well. Legally he's in the clear, but that bothered me for years.
This video (audio) has been the only footage I found of him, and a few photos and nothing has been reported that he died. He's just talking about an election he lost (yes, he tried getting into politics) and like when he worked for the Anchorage police department.
Just proof I'm not making this shit up.
This was what he looked like (as I knew him) which is why I don't call him a woman, I believe it's mental illness. By the way the guy who interviewed him is obviously gay, he didn't have to announce it.
And he was a huge Jethro Tull fan, which we actually met online when he was playing a game under the name "Green Stew" which I responded "holy shit are you a Green Day fan?"
But yeah, it just sucks to find out he died this way. Through his mother's obituary, it just bothers me.
He transitioned and looked like this before he died.
He had his teeth removed, those are actually dentures.
Anyways, I remember him not being an asshole about the pronouns but we disagreed he should use the women's restroom. Then again he was in a wheelchair, not like he could rape anyone.
I remember thinking his brother's name was spelled differently, like the "Baron Von" theme, but it says his name was spelled "Berin". He apparently was a sci fi book author, but I never heard positive things about him, like they weren't worth reading and he kept insisting his mother sold off the property.
His dad was a good guy, I never got to meet him but hearing all the stories made him extremely likeable. Even naming his kids "Berin" and "Von", which is why I told him not to change his name.
When his wife died (like in 2011) he was actually happy, nothing personal but that shit bugged me. Her entire family didn't want shit to do with the "Stephens" family, they were Catholic, not Mormon and wanted her children to live in Portland, Oregon (or Washington state) but the kids just did whatever.
He had a daughter who lived in Colorado (I think his brother Berin lived in Utah or Colorado) but I don't recall her name. Either way, Ada actually got mad at me because I had a JC moment where I got drunk and fell asleep in the downstairs shower.
I don't remember any of it, but they're Mormon and don't believe in drinking so that was my fuck up. I guess Ada and Leland saw me in there, yelled at me to wake up and I walked naked to the bedroom (lol).
I woke up hungover, just didn't say anything to them. They were just asking me all sorts of questions, then I realized they saw me walk downstairs nude.
The shit tripped me out, because that morning a cop showed up (for Christine) and thought I was her. She was on probation and I guess she violated it, but I had nothing to do with that.
I just lost track of time, my guess is the heat of the water made me pass out in there, because I don't remember drinking that much. But I was hungover, so yeah shit happens.
Anyways, I've spouted off nonsense but I actually just found out about this and it's sorta sad. I can't believe Leland outlived Ada, but her funeral was just last week.
I couldn't find shit about how my friend died but his name was "Von Dean Stephens" and he legally changed his name to Vanessa Stephens (I don't remember his middle name, but he changed it). Can't find anything on it, more than likely he was just cremated.
All I know was that guy Leland wasn't so bad, they also told me that "Four Wheel Drive" sign gets stolen so often. They basically sold all their property, my friend was sent to hospice care and didn't live in the house with his mom.
They were supposed to contact me when Von died, but screw it and I moved since then so they'd never know my address. Man that was a long time ago, oh well.
It's fun knowing all the vehicles, like doing Goggle street view on that house, and of course I saw Mary Lee's car parked down the road from her house. When you're taking care of someone you can't be best friends with their entire family, it's pretty fucked up what she did.
Then again that was probably why my friend never hired me, but damn that was a lotta money back then just to get certified. My friend also struggled to find workers who were certified.
Sorry my mind is wandering. Fuck I remember all those places, and the bar is still there.
Anyways, done bitching. Thanks for reading.
