Steven E. Morgando

Steven E. Morgando, 69, passed away June 18, 2021 in Cheyenne after a short battle with cancer. He was born on July 14, 1951 in Laramie, WY to Frank P. and Shirley M. Warriner Morgando.
Steven is survived by his wife of nearly 50 years Margaret (Peggy); sons Milo (Cherry) and Corey (Amber) Morgando; daughter Lisa (Jeremy) Reed; sister Betty Morgando; and beloved grandchildren Cailyn, Aidan, Christine, Alyxus, Isabella, Tyler, and Sophia; and numerous nieces and nephews. He is preceded in death by his parents and younger brother Patrick A. Morgando.
Steve knew the Lord Jesus and is resting safely in His care. Steve was the love of our lives. He was a gentle soul whose “heart” beamed from his face. He kept us all laughing- such a precious gift. He taught his children to always be respectful. He was a true patriot who knew decades ago the critical importance of always buying things made in the “by God USA.”
He was a proud member of the IBEW, Local 415. He was highly respected by his peers with an unrivaled work ethic. He was intelligent and capable of doing anything he set his mind to. His top priority was the safety and well being of his family. He did not impose his will on others but always lived up to his high standards and was an example to all; a man of integrity, a faithful and tender husband, and a father who showed his children the right way to live.
At his request no services will be held. However, a memorial to him is planned for the future.

Milo's Thoughts:

Dad was a man with an unrivaled work ethic and a perfectionist. If he was involved in it, it was going to be done right or not at all.

Whenever dad was around I always felt safe and had a sense of comfort that everything was going to be ok, no matter what. When I was little I really did believe he was invincible, the toughest guy there was.

I learned how to treat women by watching how he treated mom and found out very early that you didn't mistreat them ever. I loved his laugh and his smile would light up a room. You could talk to him about almost anything and he loved to talk about almost everything.

I never met anyone that met him that didn't admire and respect him.

I would do just about anything to have one more conversation with him and will miss "his heart" more than I can ever explain.

Corey's Thoughts:

My Dad meant so many things to me. Too many to list in a short piece of writing. He was a gentle soul and a hopeless romantic. He frequently used the phrase, “Love of his life.” I recall watching numerous movies with him and my mom where he would get choked up and teary-eyed. His voice cracking, he would repeat the phrase, “that is the love of his life.”
The love of his life was my mom. He loved her as deeply and thoroughly as a person can. I feel he would have been a lost soul without her. I wish I could have watched them grow to 100 together, but God had other plans.
He was quite the gentleman as well, even chivalrous. Anytime we had a family get-together he would always walk his mother and sister out to their cars and get the doors for them. He extended the courtesy to the young and able-bodied as well, but usually just walking them to the front door and making sure the porch light was on for them.
He taught me how to be a gentleman and to always treat women with respect. I recall an instance in 3rd grade where a girl beat me in tether-ball. After making fun of me for losing, I became angry and hit her in the arm. I was very worried for my punishment coming home that day. My Dad was calm though. He sat me down and made it very clear that under no circumstances was I to ever hit a girl.
Dad taught me integrity as well. To always do the right thing even when no one is looking. He would frequently say “If you are going to do something, do it right.” He was also selfless. He worked hard in horrible conditions. He was sending money home so we could all be more comfortable.
We had an ongoing joke for quite some time that Dad wasn’t doing his job because he wasn’t winning the lottery. In fact, he gave up all together and quit buying tickets!
Well he never did win the lottery. Turns out it was all of us who did. To be born to the best parents anyone could ask for, in the country my Dad loved so fiercely, is to be blessed by joy and happiness no amount of money could ever buy.
I will be forever grateful to be my Dad’s son, to know the sense of safety and security he brought home with him, to have experienced his incredible sense of humor, to have learned that the most important thing in the world is family.
I will miss him greatly. We will all miss him greatly.
He was “the love of all our lives”

Lisa's Thoughts:

My dad was the best man I knew. He set the bar high for me regarding how a man should be, and what to expect from a future husband. He loved his family, always put us first, and would protect us all without hesitation. I always felt safe with my dad.

He was a true patriot. You would be hard pressed to find someone who loves this country more than him. Every Father’s Day, birthday, and Christmas was a struggle to find a gift as he only wanted things made in the “by God USA”

My Dad cared so deeply. He would do anything to help anyone. He was always concerned and worried for all of us. He always made sure my oil and my tires were good in every car I owned. He also asked me consistently if I had my winter coat in my car, even in the summer….as a teenager it drove me crazy but now I can appreciate his care and concern.

His witty sense of humor and contagious smile were a few of his most favorable traits. Everyone who met him, loved him. He was a great influence in my life. He was smart, funny, patient, giving, hardworking, and so soft hearted. I loved him dearly and he will forever hold a spot in my heart that can never ever be filled.