I found out about Seth's passing from his ex-wife, Leeanne, who was kind enough to send me an email. I couldn't believe someone as vibrant and alive as Seth was gone.
Seth passed away in his sleep on St. Patrick's day, 2006. He leaves behind to mourn his passing, his mother, Margaret Gillian Moyter, his father, Steve M. Lowe, his dear friend and step father, Heinz, his sister, Erica J. Lowe, and his brother, Christopher M Lowe, his nephew Sam, his grandmother, Jean, his aunts, Karen and her husband Brian, and Judy, his cousins, James, Thomas, Harry and John, and a host of other family members and friends. Seth was married for 8 years to Leeanne, to their union, no children were born.
Seth was a self employed computer programmer. He knew computers inside and out, and firmly believed if it didn't use the Linux operating system, it wasn't worth having. He loved to play his guitar and have sing alongs with his family and friends. He loved dogs and children. He scoffed at fears and the dark, and enjoyed pranks and practical jokes. Seth was a very intelligent young man, and could laugh at himself, and did so often. For all of his self confidence, Seth had a vulnerability which was endearing. He was quick witted, with a wonderful sense of humor.
Seth and his mother were able to travel before his crossing, and he visited Ireland and was able to kiss the Blarney stone. I enjoyed his emails particularly the one from Ireland where he was affronted at having to lay on his back and lean so far, so way up high, to kiss that stone. It still makes me laugh to this day to think about it. I am so glad he got to do that. He sent me photos of his travels, I will post some here, know that Seth took them himself.
Seth's wasn't afraid to live. He took chances, he didn't hesitate to do something once it crossed his mind he wanted to try. His advice to me regarding life in general, copied and pasted from one of his emails: "...what I'm saying is, face up to it and kick it in the ass." He just didn't believe in fear, or being afraid of anything. He found that amusing and comical.
I still feel this bio doesn't do Seth justice and will try to add more as I can. In the meantime, just know that he was a wonderful person, and he will never be forgotten.
Sharon, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sponsoring Seth's page. You're one in a million! *hugs*
Could you please stop by and leave a flower for Alan Thank you so much!
Seth passed away in his sleep on St. Patrick's day, 2006. He leaves behind to mourn his passing, his mother, Margaret Gillian Moyter, his father, Steve M. Lowe, his dear friend and step father, Heinz, his sister, Erica J. Lowe, and his brother, Christopher M Lowe, his nephew Sam, his grandmother, Jean, his aunts, Karen and her husband Brian, and Judy, his cousins, James, Thomas, Harry and John, and a host of other family members and friends. Seth was married for 8 years to Leeanne, to their union, no children were born.
Seth was a self employed computer programmer. He knew computers inside and out, and firmly believed if it didn't use the Linux operating system, it wasn't worth having. He loved to play his guitar and have sing alongs with his family and friends. He loved dogs and children. He scoffed at fears and the dark, and enjoyed pranks and practical jokes. Seth was a very intelligent young man, and could laugh at himself, and did so often. For all of his self confidence, Seth had a vulnerability which was endearing. He was quick witted, with a wonderful sense of humor.
Seth and his mother were able to travel before his crossing, and he visited Ireland and was able to kiss the Blarney stone. I enjoyed his emails particularly the one from Ireland where he was affronted at having to lay on his back and lean so far, so way up high, to kiss that stone. It still makes me laugh to this day to think about it. I am so glad he got to do that. He sent me photos of his travels, I will post some here, know that Seth took them himself.
Seth's wasn't afraid to live. He took chances, he didn't hesitate to do something once it crossed his mind he wanted to try. His advice to me regarding life in general, copied and pasted from one of his emails: "...what I'm saying is, face up to it and kick it in the ass." He just didn't believe in fear, or being afraid of anything. He found that amusing and comical.
I still feel this bio doesn't do Seth justice and will try to add more as I can. In the meantime, just know that he was a wonderful person, and he will never be forgotten.
Sharon, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sponsoring Seth's page. You're one in a million! *hugs*
Could you please stop by and leave a flower for Alan Thank you so much!
I found out about Seth's passing from his ex-wife, Leeanne, who was kind enough to send me an email. I couldn't believe someone as vibrant and alive as Seth was gone.
Seth passed away in his sleep on St. Patrick's day, 2006. He leaves behind to mourn his passing, his mother, Margaret Gillian Moyter, his father, Steve M. Lowe, his dear friend and step father, Heinz, his sister, Erica J. Lowe, and his brother, Christopher M Lowe, his nephew Sam, his grandmother, Jean, his aunts, Karen and her husband Brian, and Judy, his cousins, James, Thomas, Harry and John, and a host of other family members and friends. Seth was married for 8 years to Leeanne, to their union, no children were born.
Seth was a self employed computer programmer. He knew computers inside and out, and firmly believed if it didn't use the Linux operating system, it wasn't worth having. He loved to play his guitar and have sing alongs with his family and friends. He loved dogs and children. He scoffed at fears and the dark, and enjoyed pranks and practical jokes. Seth was a very intelligent young man, and could laugh at himself, and did so often. For all of his self confidence, Seth had a vulnerability which was endearing. He was quick witted, with a wonderful sense of humor.
Seth and his mother were able to travel before his crossing, and he visited Ireland and was able to kiss the Blarney stone. I enjoyed his emails particularly the one from Ireland where he was affronted at having to lay on his back and lean so far, so way up high, to kiss that stone. It still makes me laugh to this day to think about it. I am so glad he got to do that. He sent me photos of his travels, I will post some here, know that Seth took them himself.
Seth's wasn't afraid to live. He took chances, he didn't hesitate to do something once it crossed his mind he wanted to try. His advice to me regarding life in general, copied and pasted from one of his emails: "...what I'm saying is, face up to it and kick it in the ass." He just didn't believe in fear, or being afraid of anything. He found that amusing and comical.
I still feel this bio doesn't do Seth justice and will try to add more as I can. In the meantime, just know that he was a wonderful person, and he will never be forgotten.
Sharon, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sponsoring Seth's page. You're one in a million! *hugs*
Could you please stop by and leave a flower for Alan Thank you so much!
Seth passed away in his sleep on St. Patrick's day, 2006. He leaves behind to mourn his passing, his mother, Margaret Gillian Moyter, his father, Steve M. Lowe, his dear friend and step father, Heinz, his sister, Erica J. Lowe, and his brother, Christopher M Lowe, his nephew Sam, his grandmother, Jean, his aunts, Karen and her husband Brian, and Judy, his cousins, James, Thomas, Harry and John, and a host of other family members and friends. Seth was married for 8 years to Leeanne, to their union, no children were born.
Seth was a self employed computer programmer. He knew computers inside and out, and firmly believed if it didn't use the Linux operating system, it wasn't worth having. He loved to play his guitar and have sing alongs with his family and friends. He loved dogs and children. He scoffed at fears and the dark, and enjoyed pranks and practical jokes. Seth was a very intelligent young man, and could laugh at himself, and did so often. For all of his self confidence, Seth had a vulnerability which was endearing. He was quick witted, with a wonderful sense of humor.
Seth and his mother were able to travel before his crossing, and he visited Ireland and was able to kiss the Blarney stone. I enjoyed his emails particularly the one from Ireland where he was affronted at having to lay on his back and lean so far, so way up high, to kiss that stone. It still makes me laugh to this day to think about it. I am so glad he got to do that. He sent me photos of his travels, I will post some here, know that Seth took them himself.
Seth's wasn't afraid to live. He took chances, he didn't hesitate to do something once it crossed his mind he wanted to try. His advice to me regarding life in general, copied and pasted from one of his emails: "...what I'm saying is, face up to it and kick it in the ass." He just didn't believe in fear, or being afraid of anything. He found that amusing and comical.
I still feel this bio doesn't do Seth justice and will try to add more as I can. In the meantime, just know that he was a wonderful person, and he will never be forgotten.
Sharon, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sponsoring Seth's page. You're one in a million! *hugs*
Could you please stop by and leave a flower for Alan Thank you so much!
