In Memory

Stephen Philips

Stephen Philips

Stephen Allen Philips

Stephen Allen Philips died on March 28, 2007 in Boulder, Colorado. He was an avid cyclist and runner, participating in many road races and bike tours throughout Colorado, until his cardiac arrest while cycling, on July 1, 2006. He is survived by his wife Caren of Boulder, father Sam Philips, son Erik, stepsons, Jed Winters and Sean Winters, twin brother Rodger Philips, younger brother Michael Philips, sister Renee Hutchings. He was predeceased by his son Garth Philips and mother Eleanor Philips.

Steve was born on July 2, 1945 in Los Angeles, California. He graduated from the University of California at Berkeley, where he received his degree in architecture. He worked at Morrison-Knudsen as project engineer and manager including construction of the Sea-Tak airport. He came to Colorado in 1972 to work on real estate construction projects. He worked at Coors in Golden from 1975. His longest held position was Facilities Manager. After his retirement in 2004, he continued to work part time at Coors as a consultant.

Steve was a student of spirituality and of Torah, always asking the question, "How does this help me to become a better person?" He designed the Boulder mikvah, designed and built an aron, and was on numerous boards of directors in the Jewish community. He designed a home addition, did much of the interior work himself, and enjoyed woodworking in his home shop.

Memorial contributions may be made to the Cornelia de Lange Syndrome Foundation, 302 W. Main Street #100, Avon, CT 06001 (www.cdls.usa.org) in honor of Steve and his son Garth.



 
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12/29/11 07:51 AM #1    

David Cann

Steve Phillips and family lived across the street from me in Woodland Hills while we attended Taft. He and his twin brother Roger used to build the best model airplanes. I envied their skill very much. We loved aviation and flew powered model airplanes next door at Kathy McClellands house. Steve was mature and very smart at 15. He was a very kind person. Whoever knew him was lucky. David Cann

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