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July 22, 1966 - September 6, 2026

Steven was called home by the Creator far too soon, and yet, in the years he was given, he lived many lives. He was brilliant and creative, an adventurer and lifelong seeker, an artist, a scientist, a martial artist, and a traveller. He was utterly himself: eccentric, unconventional, a trickster with a mischievous streak, and an original with no interest in fitting into anyone’s idea of normal. Wherever he went, Steven had a way of becoming the centre of a story. In recent years, Steven had found his way back to his culture, taking up traditional drumming and singing and finding meaning in the teachings, traditions, and community connections that came with them. Steven is survived by his partner, Karyn Chandler; his beloved daughter, Hanako; and his former wife and longtime friend, Jane Hubbard. He was predeceased by his parents, Mary Lou Fox and Steve Radulovich, and his older brother, Terry. Steven was never meant to live a small, quiet life. He travelled the world with genuine curiosity and an appetite for experience. An avid student of Goju-ryu karate, his passion took him all the way to Okinawa and beyond. He also brought people together through karate, including the many gatherings he hosted on Manitoulin Island, and made friends from an extraordinary range of places and walks of life. Steven never knew a stranger. He could talk enthusiastically, and at length, about just about any subject under the sun. His tastes were as eclectic as his interests. He had a style that was unmistakably his own and a great love of music. Whether it was round dance songs or industrial music, one thing was consistent: it was going to be loud. Steven charged into this world weighing an astonishing 11 pounds, despite arriving a month premature. Big and hairy from the start, the sisters at the Sudbury hospital nicknamed him “the Moose.” Even then, apparently, Steven knew how to make an entrance. He never really stopped. Steven was larger than life: endlessly curious, wild, yet surprisingly  gentle, enormously funny, generous,  magnetic, and impossible to forget. His adventures took him all over the world, but ultimately he came home to Manitoulin Island, where his heart was. He loved the water. So perhaps that is where he is now, on some celestial lake, paddling across glassy waters among the stars, heading toward whatever mystery comes next. Interment will be held on Friday, October 2 at 11:00 am at the M’Chigeeng Cemetery to be followed by a feast at 12:00 pm at the Ojibwe Cultural Foundation.