In Memory of

Steven Blair Sathern

Born: May 21, 1969 – La Grange, IL

Died: August 29, 2026 – Couderay, WI

Funeral Service

12:00 p.m. Sunday, September 13, 2026

Tembers Wheel Inn

Hayward, Wisconsin

Family

Son: Andrew Sathern

Love of Life: Kateri Williams

Brother: John B. Sathern

Sister: Christine (John) Konchel

Nephew: Nick (Sarah) Konchel

Neices: Taylor (Joe) Kurucar and Tori Kunchel

Grandson: Kenecious Blair Sathern

The Men that Don’t Fit In,

There's a race of men that don't fit in,

A race that can't stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

And they roam the world at will.

They range the field and they rove the flood,

And they climb the mountain's crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,

And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;

They are strong and brave and true;

But they're always tired of the things that are,

And they want the strange and new.

They say: “Could I find my proper groove,

What a deep mark I would make!”

So they chop and change, and each fresh move

Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs

With a brilliant, fitful pace,

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones

Who win in the lifelong race.

And each forgets that his youth has fled,

Forgets that his prime is past,

Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,

In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;

He has just done things by half.

Life's been a jolly good joke on him,

And now is the time to laugh.

Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;

He was never meant to win;

He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;

He's a man who won't fit in.

by

Robert Service