Stephen Charles Glanville passed away peacefully in his sleep after a long journey with health challenges. Born in the heart of Devon, England, he found his true home on Salt Spring Island, where he lived his fullest years surrounded by music, gardens, art, and deep friendships.
He is survived by his loving partner of many years, Diana Dean, and their cherished dog Rosa—his constant companion and source of joy.
Stephen was the son of Kathleen Stephens and Albert Leslie Glanville, and the brother of Isabel Anne Copland. He leaves behind three children who carry his spirit forward: Sky Delaney, his wife Annabehl, and their three children Asha, Ivan, and Rory, Lyja Glanville and her daughter Charlotte, Toby Glanville, his Partner Jenny Marsden and their daughters Ariel and Aurora.
Stephen was a beloved member of the Salt Spring community—a regular presence at the Treehouse Café, where his music filled the air and touched many hearts. With quiet dedication, he supported Diana’s vibrant gallery exhibitions both on the island and in Toronto, always proud of her work and the life they shared.
He loved the garden. He loved his friends. He loved Rosa.
He will be remembered for his gentleness, his music, and the humble beauty of a life lived close to the earth and those he loved.
Steve was a great guy and friend, with a constantly interesting sense of humour. Full of quirky ideas and interests. A quiet, intelligent and kind man, with a wide smile, who supported others, and never bragged about his own creative world. The boy from Devon.
He joined me on a couple of gigs at the Tree House, 15 years ago. He and I enjoyed all the old tunes and his percussion skills rocked the place. Because of his fashionable straw hat, he was called Panama Steve and I was labelled Liverpool Pete. He was an all-round creative man, from visuals to sound, and had early beginnings with a rock band in Toronto, in the 70’s. I wish I’d have seen more of Steve in his later years, but maybe upstairs we’ll jam again one day. When your hear thunder, that might be him on his conga drums?
Our loving thoughts go to dear Diana at this time. Peter and Mona. XX.
Thanks for sharing, Peter. 🙂