THE CITY REBORN FROM THE ASHES OF AMERICA'S MOST DISASTROUS FOREST FIRE
Steven Brissette
Issue Date: December 22, 2020
Steven "Breezy" Brissette went home to his Lord and beloved wife on December 18th, 2020 after a brief but brave battle with stage 4 pancreatic cancer.
Steve was the eldest son of the late Harold and Lorraine (DeHart) and a lifelong resident of Peshtigo. He graduated in 1968 and immediately enlisted in the United States Navy to avoid being drafted. He would tell you he chose the Navy because they promised he would see the world, but they neglected to tell him most of the world was water. In the Navy, Steve fought in the Vietnam war as a part of the Naval Mobile Construction Battalion FORTY.
Upon his return to Peshtigo, Steve married his best friend, Judith Schonfeld who preceded him in death five years ago. He primarily worked at Badger Paper Mills, but held many other part time jobs, recently for the Town of Peshtigo. He was active in many community groups through the years and was a volunteer fire fighter for several years.
He is survived by his brother Rick (Sharon) of Coleman, his brother Fred of Crivitz, his sister Cindy (Gene) Mylener of Peshtigo, his daughter Nicole Brissette of La Crosse, his son Steve of Peshtigo and his five beloved grandchildren: Tyler, Gavin, Shayne, Katie and Dominic.
He will be best remembered for working hard and playing harder, for yelling, "TRAIN!" at the top of his lungs in the car when you went over railroad tracks, for knowing how the Embarrass River got its name, and for knowing exactly how many dead people were in every cemetery.
Steve did not want a Funeral Service or Celebration of Life. The family wishes that you honor him by supporting local fundraisers, businesses and their staff. Buy that raffle ticket, order dinner from a local tavern or restaurant, or tip your sanitation workers, waitresses, hairdressers or bartenders a little extra. Those things and places were a big and important part of Steve's life. Breezy, may your heavenly view of the town, the shack, and the harbor be a million times more enjoyable than it was from your truck window. You will be missed by many.