Steven Diaz Jr.
2002 – 2024
Hartford, Connecticut

Steven Diaz Jr was born at 11:35 pm in bridgport to Elizabeth Huertas-Davila and Steven Diaz Sr. On June 20,2002 at St. Vincent hospital. He was 5lbs 13 oz and was thought to be a monkey because of all the hair he was born with. He was a calm, happy baby and gave his mother minimal issues.

Steven attended several schools throughout his lifetime: Maple wood annex, Madison elementary school,  New beginning and Fairfield prep. Steven talked about going to school to become a mechanic for luxury cars so he could open his own garage. Steven's love for cars first started with his conception in a driveway. if you know Steven then you know how much he loved his cars. I would say that those were his babies but I can't because Euro his puppy is his baby. I will say like father like son because he and his dog are nuts. While half asleep I would hear him running around the house with Euro and his brother squirt until they were all tired and out of breath, crashing on the couch until it was time for bed.

Steven also loved baseball how could he not when his first yankee game was when he was a month old. Throughout the years he played for several teams including Caribe, Hanks yanks, and  Techniques tiger. As he got older he began to coach for cribe  and technique tigers, he was also an assistant coach for north end little league. When steven played his preferred position was pitcher and he would have made a career out of it if not for cancer. He also played Football and baseball for Fairfield prep.
Steven was first diagnosed his senior year of high school with Cushing syndrome and adrenal cancer but still manged to graduate with his class in 2020, we all know that was a difficult time to live in with the shut down. However, even with going to chemo treatment Steven would still make it a point to to go to school and attend his classes without complaining.

In his spear time Steven loved to play call of duty and division with his brothers (Noah and Isiah), his cousins, and friends. His mother and I had to listen to him screaming and trash talking to the compatition and his teammates until 1 to 2 in the morning. And if he wasn't playing videos games you could always catch him snuggled up with the pups watching anime.

Let us not forget how loved he was by his parents and how much they did for him throughout his lifetime.

One memory that expressed how much his father loved him and didn't care what others thought was when little steven was a baby, they were driving on the highway from Waterbury and he was crying to let his dad know that he was  hungry, his father held up traffic so he could pull off the road, where he sat in the grass to feed him. Cars were speeding by and honking but big Steven's only concern was to insure that his son was taken care of in that moment and every moment after, until he went to our heavenly father.

His mother loved him more than words can ever come close to express but as we look back at his life a memory that sticks out to highlight one his passions was When he was 5 years old he went missing for an hour. His mother was filled with fear and hysterical but Little did she know he left and went a couple houses down to his friend's, where he was playing with Legos in the closet. Once he was found, his mother was relieved and glad to hold him in her arms again.

There is nothing stronger than a brotherly love. They are your brother and best friend  they spent 21 years together creating unforgettable memories, always wrestling and making fun of each other. Our household was never dull, so full with laughter and jokes.

As I was speaking to Noah he shared with me a memory that highlighted their relationship, almost every night Noah and Steven would have what they called "cereal time" enjoying their favorite bowl of
Cereal discussing the newest guns and car mods.

We have been spending a lot of time together and sharing memories and even following in some of stevens behaviors. Isiah did something similarly to his oldest brother that steven did to him.

When they were traveling back from a baseball tournament, Isiah was sleeping on the plane and the stewardess came around to asked if they wanted peanuts and Isiah woke up quickly to respond but immediately went back to sleep with his mouth wide open. As the peanuts arrived little steven opened the pack only to pour the nuts into Isiahs mouth so he could get a chuckle while Isiah woke up spitting them out with confusion.

Steven was the typical annoying  little brother, always in your face ready to test your boundaries, but no matter how annoying he was they would never stay mad at each other.

Life was not also easy for Steven, despite his trials and tribulations he did not turn bitter and jaded but the opposite he was so full of life and energy with a childlike heart.  His heart was so big and caring that he adopted a homeless man and call him his son, he would feed and clothes him whenever he would see him hanging by McDonald's on Fairfield ave. 

The last 6 months of his life was made special by his girlfriend. She brought out a side of Steven that we haven't known before but knew was hiding within him. She helped him know a love outside of a love that none of us could have given him, thank you.

Steven has been trying to prepare all of us for this moment for several  years and while none of us wanted to believe it, his last moments were surrounded with love and the holy spirit and we have to remember that he was guided by his guridan angels to the gates of heaven and no longer suffering.

Steven has been fighting a battle with cancer for almost 5 years. Steven's fight with cancer has taught me so many things. It has taught me to not complain about the little thing, to show up everyday even if your not at your best, and to be strong. Many people didn't even know he was sick because of how he carried himself and never complained about his illness and wanted to be a normal kid. Steven was such a jokester that even in his weakest state he still manged to scared the hell out of us by banging on our bedroom door hiding by the fridge to say ahh.
While I had moments I wanted to drop kick him because of his attitude, the good and crazy memories are the ones that keep replaying in my mind and I will never forget.
Steve bought a confetti gun and came home and in the middle of the night and shot it in our room, it was such a mess. So we had to come back with sweet revenge, silly string! we ran through the house making a huge mess with silly string and confetti, that I'm still finding confetti pieces throughout the house and it just makes me smile.

I wanted to end with this story to remind us to never let go of our child likeheart and continue his legacy with being kind, caring,  and compassionate human beings. We love you Steve and you will forever be in our hearts. Until we meet again son.