Hello, my name is Jannesta. My father, Stephen Alan Marshall, passed away unexpectedly on Tuesday, November 18th, in his sleep/ due to natural causes. He was 73 years old. My father was a complicated man, with a complicated relationship to most everyone in his life. He was far from perfect and was very troubled in mind and body. He could be stubborn, selfish, rude, harsh, hurtful. He struggled with anxiety, depression, and alcoholism, and was even abusive at times towards the people he loved. And yet I cannot help but feel like a piece of my heart will be forever lost, ripped from me one moment and gone the next. Stephen loved good food, drink, and company. He loved to watch TV shows & films and listen to music, and to travel and tell stories. He liked basketball and football, and to read and hold a conversation. We liked to joke together, and we were fluent in sarcasm. He always encouraged me to follow my dreams and passion for the arts- both visual and performative. He was always bragging to others about how proud he was of me, and that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. I am in a great indescribable pain as I navigate a new chapter of my life I did not ask for, nor expect to happen so soon.

This is a terribly difficult and heartbreaking time not just for myself or friends/family but also my mother, who was his wife for 15 years. The two of us had to abruptly fly to Virginia from California to take care of his affairs and assets, and unfortunately we are struggling with the costs associated with such a loss.

To say it would be greatly appreciated would be an understatement, but if you are able to and willing we would be so touched if you could donate to help us in these trying times. Even sharing this with others helps us out. Furthermore, I would love to hear any stories, memories, or experiences you might have about Stephen. Thank you for your support and thank you for reading. Please take care and much love to you all :)