Birth date: Mar 5, 1947 Death date: Mar 15, 2025
Stephen Mont Rasmussen, 78, of Farmington, Utah, passed away on March 15, 2025, in Farmington, Utah. Born on March 5, 1947, in Provo, Utah to Glen Mont and Pauline Bailey Rasmussen. Stephen graduated from BY High School where he m Read Obituary
Stephen, or as I knew him, Bishop Rasmussen. will always be remembered by me as an extremely warm and supportive friend to both my husband, Ron Hellings and myself. Ron, Robert Reeves and Stephen loved to spend time talking about deep doctrines and never tired of wondering about things they tried to fully understand. They inspired each other. His love and support will always be remembered and cherished. A wonderful son of Heavenly Father.
I did not know him as much as others did, but I will always remember the times he was Santa at family Christmas gathers. He was kind, funny, and most of all spiritual. He will be missed.
Steve came back into my life after many years when I saw him working with his funeral company helping at my wife Pat's funeral back in 2014. Since then, I loved going with him to lunch at Hug-Hes restaurant in Syracuse, Utah. We talked about everything from church to family to politics--and our fellow BY High School classmates. He had a great love for all of those subjects. I will greatly miss you my friend! ~Bruce Barton
Steve, Bishop was one of my favorite people. He was a great Mentor to me in my early years as a young husband, father and new convert to the Church. He was always supportive of me and my family. And he was the first person I met in the Church when I was a student at University of La Verne. He will always have a special place in my heart and memories. Oh, and did I mention that he had a Sweet midrange jump shot? Rest in peace my Friend. Until we meet again on the other side of the Veil! Love, JP
I first met Stephen Rasmussen in church. When I started Brigham Young University in the fall of 1968, I stayed the week before classes with my brother, Tom, and his wife, Judy, who had suggested that I meet and “take out’ one of her friends. On my first Sunday there, I walked to Sunday school in the church building across the street, while Tom took Judy to the hospital. At the conclusion of opening exercises, I noticed a group of young women walking up the aisle. One in particular caught my eye, a pretty brunette who was engaged in conversation with her companions.
I found my way to the room where I was to attend class – not a classroom, but the kitchen. I took my seat and tried to blend into the background. At the front of the group sitting on a counter was a striking young man who was the class instructor. Although he was not much older than the students he was teaching, he exuded a sense of leadership and belonging. He was in control of the room. He requested that I introduce myself, which I did. It was then that my life would change forever. Commenting on the fact that I was a returned missionary, he requested that I teach the class that morning.
I always had a lesson of sorts prepared, so I got up and proceeded to “teach”. The young woman, whom I had noticed, was in the front row. At times I found that I was talking directly to her as eye contact seemed to provide some connection.
The class ended and the young man, Stephen Rasmussen, thanked me for the lesson. I found that he was a returned missionary, who served his mission in Chile, while I was in Southern California. The young woman sitting in the front row was his sister Linda, my sister in law's friend. Little did I realize at that time how important Stephen's family would become in my life, and how significant that small incident would become. Stephen opened for me a window of endless possibilities.
Bard Smith
