Steve Lee “Hoffy” Hoffman

March 20, 1953 ‒ January 27, 2020

Marion, Ohio

Steve Lee “Hoffy” Hoffman, age 66, of Marion, passed away unexpectedly Monday, January 27, 2020 at Community Nursing Home.

Steve was born March 20, 1953 in Marion, Ohio to the late William Edward “Bill” and Marjorie Shirley (Carder) Hoffman.  Growing up in Marion, Steve attended Marion City Schools graduating from Harding High School in 1971.

Steve married Denise Lynn Graham on July 9, 1977 in Marion, Ohio.  Together Steve and Denise raised two children, Sarah and Bryan and enjoyed watching their grandchildren grow.  Denise survives in Marion.

Steve enjoyed spending as much time on Lake Erie as possible fishing and drinking Budweiser with his friends.  If Steve wasn’t on the Lake, he could be found cheering on The Buckeyes.  Steve worked for many years in lighting and electrical sales for Van Atta Supply.  In his younger years Steve enjoyed bowling, competing in regional and national tournaments.  His dream was to become a licensed Captain. He served as a charter captain for fishing tours on Lake Erie, a proud guide of the walleye capital of the world, aboard his boats the Ricochet and the Ricochet Also.

In 2016 Steve suffered a debilitating stroke that left him with left-side paralysis.  He never gave up hope, however, and faced each day with courage and determination.  He relied on his trademark sense of humor to bring joy to every moment. Steve enjoyed nothing more than making others laugh, even as he faced great adversity. He was a true friend.

Steve is survived by wife, Denise; children, Sarah Hoffman of Marion and Bryan (Javier) Hoffman of Seattle, Washington; grandchildren, Aiyanna Brown, Breanna Brown, Nykya Brown, Karisma Brown, and J’Naeya Brown; great-grandchild, Tavez Floyd; and brother, Doug (Jan) Hoffman of Marion.

In addition to his parents, Steve was preceded in death by his step-mother Velda Hoffman.

Visitation will be held at Emanuel Lutheran Church (241 S Prospect St, Marion, OH) Monday, February 3, 2020 from 11 until 1 pm.  A 1 pm funeral service will be held at the Church with Deacon Kevin Kehn officiating and burial will follow in Marion Cemetery.

Memorial donations may be made in Steve’s honor to The Lake Erie Foundation, lakeeriefoundation.org/donate.

Snyder Funeral Homes, Denzer Chapel is honored to serve Steve’s family.  Online  condolences may be expressed by visiting www.SnyderFuneralHomes.com.

  • Denise, Bryan & Sara, We are so sorry for your loss. Please accept our most sincere condolences. You will be in our thoughts & prayers.

  • I’m so sorry for the loss of Steve. I have wonderful memories of him and his family. Love to all of you!

  • So sorry to hear of Steve’s passing! We have many great memories of trips to the lake. He was a good captain and friend! Prayers to the family for comfort and peace during this difficult time! RIP Hoffy!

  • My deepest sympathies to the family. Steve was a friend to everyone and had a heart of gold. He introduced us to Lake Erie life, the islands and what he called the ‘hog hole’ where the big fish were caught. We had so many fun times with Hoffy when we were docked with him in Sweetwater Marina. When I visited him in August, he was watching reruns of his beloved Buckeyes and we talked about our lake days. I will never forget what a great guy he was and the memories he left us with.

  • Denise, Sara, Bryan, and family, the Schleenbaker Family are lifting you up in prayers. So sorry for your loss. Tammy

  • Bryan,
    So sorry to hear this news!! You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. I hope fond memories bring you some comfort and peace during this difficult time.
    With deepest sympathy,
    Tina

  • It saddens me to hear of Steves’ passing. I first met him and his brother, Doug, when I was about 10-12 yrs. old.. at the Olympic Swimming Pool. It didn’t take long to become friends. “Hoofy” is going to be missed by all those who knew him and his sense of humor. Rest in peace, my friend !!

  • My thoughts and prayers go out to Denise, the entire family, loved ones and friends. May you find peace in the memories that lift your hearts and spirits. God bless.

  • Bryan, my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. I wish you peace and comfort in the days ahead and always.

  • Many prayers going out to Denies, Bryan and Sarah. Hoffy was a great guy who would give you the shirt off his back. He is greatly missed at the Lakes. We had many fishing trips together and a ton of good times around the camp fires. You are now set free my friend. Sail along Richochet, you will never be forgotten.

  • RIP Hoffy. You will be sadly missed by all who knew you. I will remember all the fun times at the lake!

  • We literally grew up together my friends. Lived on the same street and you, Joni and I were like the three amigos. Good memories and my condolences to your wife and children. You will be sorely missed my friend. Patty Haberman Kellie

  • From the days at Washington grade school to our brief talks at the nursing home, I was still always “Ricky” and you were always “Hoffy”. Your spirit always was so upbeat , which didn’t surprise me.
    I’ll never forget our road trip in the early 80’s to Ann Arbor for the Michigan game. I’ll just leave it at that. I’ll miss you.

  • Denise, Sarah and Bryan, Bennie and I send our love and prayers to you. We’ve had so many great times with that guy and fishing, bowling, OSU games and just living!! Friends Forever and Rest In Heaven Hoffy!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

  • What can I say about a man who was, in essence, my second father? Besides my own father and grandfathers there is not another man on this Earth who influenced me as much as Hoffy. Countless trips on “the ol’ Ricochet” between Kelley’s Island and (at the time) Sweetwater Marina, to those wonderful nights laughing, crying, and just talking about life. These are the memories that will keep me company for the rest of my time here on Earth. While the tears are plentiful now as time passes they will go away and be replaced by smiles and laughs once again as the Hoffy stories are told and passed down to the next generation of “dock trash” (as you used to affectionately call us sitting at the dock doing nothing but pass the time). Rest easy, my “Dad at Lake Erie,” you are free and again whole to be able to do what you love best. We will be together again someday, save me a seat for when that time comes so we can “have one.” On second thought you better make that two because, as you taught me, you can never just have one.