I took some time out to mourn my dad, who died peacefully at home last week. I am trying not to feel too sorry for myself, as I know that I’m lucky he lived a full life, and that my children got to know him so well, but the truth is I am just terribly sad. He was simply awesome – both as a human being and as a dad – and had a huge role in influencing the person I am today. I’ll be blogging again by the end of the week, but in the meantime I wanted to share with you the obituary my sisters and I wrote about him.
Long time Palm Beach resident Stephen Cutter, 75, died peacefully at home in Floyd, Virginia on January 10th after a brave battle with cancer. Born in Boston, MA, on April 20, 1940 to Harry and Beatrice Cutter, he moved to Palm Beach with his parents at the age of six and lived there until he was 60. Stephen was a pioneer in residential real estate for 40 years, running his family’s firm Cutter Real Estate and serving as the president of the Palm Beach Board of Realtors. A gifted natural athlete, he enjoyed many outdoor sports, and even established windsurfing as a competitive sport at the Bath and Tennis Club in the 1980’s.
Stephen proudly served his country in the US Navy, including a stint aboard the USS Intrepid in the sixties. His time spent in military school and in the Navy inspired a meticulous nature that led to the most perfectly made beds, beautifully wrapped Christmas gifts and fastidiously organized closets one could imagine. He was also a devoted member of Rotary International, and served as the president of Palm Beach Rotary for many years.
In 1976, Stephen made an early investment in Mel Fisher’s legendary hunt for the capsized Spanish galleon Atocha, off the coast of Key West, Florida. When the wreck was eventually discovered in 1985, he became the beneficiary of all sorts of amazing treasure – 17th century gold coins, silver bars, emeralds and rubies.
Later in life, Stephen retired to Floyd, Virginia and would realize his lifelong dream of becoming a farmer. He raised organic sheep, tended a vineyard, took immaculate care of his land and made many meaningful friendships.
Most importantly, Stephen was a unique spirit, always courageously choosing his own path. He was fiercely independent, spiritually curious, and possessed an enthusiastic and often mischievous sense of fun, adventure and humor. He was a beloved and valued member of his community both in Palm Beach and in Floyd. He also had the most impressive head of hair many people have ever seen.
Stephen is survived by three adoring daughters, Kimberly Cutter, Amanda Brooks and Phoebe Cutter, two grandchildren Coco and Zachary Brooks, and also by his loving partner Rebecca West.
I am so sorry. A very touching post. You are very lucky having beautiful memories.
So sorry for your lost,what a beautiful life he lead.
So sorry for your loss. What a beautiful tribute to your Dad.
I am familiar with the ache that comes with losing your dad. It dulls with time but it never does go away completely. Fathers and daughters are magical, so I suppose we should expect nothing less.
i’m very sorry for your lost. The photo is so beautiful and translate well what you and your sisters wrote about him. Very best!
Amanda, I’m so sorry for your loss. I lost my Mom (65) very suddenly (to cancer) 11 months ago today. As you said above, even if your parent lives a full life and you were able to spend lots of lots of happy time with them, it is still one of the most sad and challenging things to face. There is no such thing as “enough time” with your Mom and Dad. My Mom had also retired to rural Virginia after a lifelong career as an educator and was just enjoying the farming life and getting to know the very warm people in her community. What helped me in the early days was choosing to be thankful for all the wonderful times that we did have. It’s very hard and I send you prayers for peace and comfort.
Bless your heart, and I mean that sincerely. My dad died of cancer at 62 so I have the tee-shirt. That was 26 years ago and I still miss him. It will get better, but you will never “get over it.” Just give yourself permission to grieve and grieve. My sister and I still start talking about Daddy and wind up laughing through our tears. I will be thinking of you and your sisters and wishing you comfort and joy.
I’m very sorry for your loss. No matter what age you are, losing a parent is hard.
a life well lived! hugs from a long-time blog reader