Steven Lee Douglas, 71, of South Point, OH, died Tuesday June 19, 2018 at Huntington Health and Rehabilitation Center. Funeral service will be conducted 4:00 PM Friday June 22, 2018 at Chapman's Mortuary Huntington with Pastor Terry Wagner officiating. Steve born December 21, 1946 in Huntington, WV a son of the late George Lee and Ethel Barbour Douglas. He was a U.S. Air Force veteran, a former police officer and a member of the VFW post 1064 and the Tri State Worship Center. Also preceding him in death was a daughter, Kristy Lynn Douglas. Survivors include two daughters, Kelly (Gary) Miller of Huntington, and Kimberly Workman of South Point, Oh, seven grandchildren, Christopher, Steven, Donnavan and Viktoria Douglas, Alexandria (James) Davis, Emily (Stephen) Wilson and Brogan Workman, five great grandchildren, Lyric, Ivalee and Zion Douglas, Adrianne Workman and Jarred Davis. The family would like to thank special care givers, Rita Russell of Wayne and Joyce Baer of Chillicothe, OH. For all their loving care. Veterans Honor Guard Post 16 will render military honors. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the funeral home to offset expenses. Visitation will be from 3:00 until 4:00 PM Friday at the funeral home.

Steve not only served in law enforcement, he was an active member of the Republican Party for many years, serving as a committee man, assisting and campaigning for men and women whom he believed would bring about positive change. But his greatest labor in life, the passion that burned brightest was fatherhood. He valued this role above all others. He often said that if he only got one thing right in life, he hoped it was this.  He was faithful to his three daughters regardless of the circumstances- joy or defeat. He was always quick to share in the life of his children and grandchildren. The last ten years of his life, he battled many health issues that made it difficult for him to leave home. Still, he never missed an opportunity to be where his children were. Many will remember him for his sarcasm and quick wit. For his ability not to lose his humor even in hardship. He was joyful and faithful and fun. He was a good man. But perhaps what too few knew about him was that he was generous, selfless, resilient, compassionate, forgiving and faithful to his calling. Often, his life has known pain and loss and loneliness. His journey has mostly been misunderstood and undervalued and his work unseen. But he was a man of great worth and a hero to those entrusted to his care. He did not mind that his choices often left others confused or at times enraged. He only cared that God would find him faithful. Many fathers are unsung heroes, doing great acts of love behind the scenes. He was no different, but this is the time for the world to know him fully. When you remember him-remember him the way we will.  He raised three little girls alone. When it would have been easier to walk away, he rose up and chose us over and over again. He brushed our hair, packed our lunches, took us shopping, learned how to buy make-up, and drove us everywhere. He helped us plan our weddings. He held our hands during the birth and the loss of our children. He helped raise them when their fathers passed away. He was always watching us and watching out for us. He ran off friends who were not good for us and made it impossible for boys to hurt us. He taught us to value our self and know our worth. He comforted us through private failures, disappointments, loss, loss, divorce, addiction, conflict and illness. When our hearts broke, his broke more.  He rejoiced in our accomplishments, additions to our families, education, career moves, recovery, and he encouraged and believed in our dreams.  He never passed judgment on us, even when we broke his heart and he was disappointed. In those moments, he simply loved us deeper and longer until we were strong enough to change. He never reminded us of our mistakes. He was a man of God, a man of prayer, and a man of worship. He lived his life in example so that we could find our way. He showed us Jesus and that has made all the difference. His legacy is one of sacrifice and devotion. He believed in giving everything he had away. He said to love others was life's greatest blessing because it was eternal. He taught and showed us the importance of being fearless in loving others. His life was lived for the acceptance and approval of God, not man. He lived in such a way that his children and all those that would follow could know without doubt what he did- That nothing mattered more in this life than the work we do for the One who called us to it. The greatest example of who my father is can be seen in one simple action her repeated over and over during his daughter Kristy's battle with cancer. He could only walk a few steps with a walker and then he would need to sit for ten minutes before he could walk again. The pain in his hands and feet made walking and gripping extremely painful. Kristy was bedridden and mostly confined to an upstairs apartment. He would walk a two-story ramp from his home to a car. He would take the short drive to her home. Once there, he would make a labored walk to her door and then crawl on his hands and knees up a flight of 13 stairs (a process he had to repeat to leave) just to then walk across a wide room to sit in a chair by her bedside while she slept. She asked him why he put himself through all that. She understood how hard it was. She even said that someday there was no point because she could not even wake up. He simply replied-You are my girl, and this is my place, no matter how difficult it gets. I love you.