Birth date: Jul 7, 1954 Death date: Dec 5, 2025
Steven Alan Workman, age 71, of Spring Lake, Michigan, passed away peacefully on December 5, 2025, surrounded by the love of his family and the comfort of his home. Born on July 7, 1954 in Muskegon, Michigan to Alan and Margaret W Read Obituary
I am unfortunately just now finding out about this. I caddied for Steve this past summer, and the least I could say is that he was a very fun guy. He always let me drive the cart, crack jokes, and even hit the ball. He was always extremely generous. But most of all you could tell he was a good person, I really appreciated his mentorship and kindness.
Steve was a regular of mine at The Breakers Palm Beach. The moment he stepped in I knew it was going to be a fun night. The light and energy he brought into a room was undeniable. He couldn't sit next to someone for more than 2 minutes without being a new friend to them. He's one of the most genuine, caring, engaging, kind hearted, down to earth people I've ever met in my life. I know he will be so missed by so many people. Thank you for just being you and all that you've done for everyone. I'll miss you bud. I got the next bottle of red for us.... B. 💜
Had a great time with him at Blythefield CC. As a new member he showed me the “ropes” and he always had a friendly smile on the kisser! My sympathies and God!s blessings to his family. A guy like him I'd a rare and cherished gift!
Dr. Mitt Hoffmeister
Workman, I am forever grateful for the memories you provided for my ladies and the doors you opened for their future. You left a lasting impact on so many. Your heart was bigger than life and we will miss you so much. Thank you for being a part of our program. We will never forget you.
We will always remember his laugh, generosity, and fun tailgating on his RV at GVSU football games. He will be truly missed. Dennis and Keila Walton (Tre Walton football player).
Always a pleasure to be hanging with Steve! TTAA
Steve was truly one of a kind. He carried a larger-than-life presence—joyful, magnetic, impossible to miss—but it was the quiet moments with him that I cherished the most. Those moments when he’d speak with such genuine appreciation for the people in his life… that was when you could feel the depth of his heart.
He had a kindness that wasn’t loud or performative—it was steady, instinctive, and real. No one was ever a stranger twice with Steve. He had a way of seeing people, of making them feel welcome, important, and at ease. And if you needed anything—absolutely anything—he’d go to the ends of the earth without a second thought. His generosity didn’t have limits, and his loyalty was something rare and unmatched.
Losing him so suddenly feels unreal, and the space he filled in this world is one that simply can’t be replaced. I will miss him dearly—his laughter, his sincerity, his fierce loyalty, and the warmth he brought into every room and every relationship.
I’m grateful to have known him, to have called him a friend, and to carry his memory forward with love.
