Clyde Duane “Steppy” Smith, 78, of Decatur, died Tuesday, February 16, 2021 at 7:05 am at his residence. There will be a Private Celebration of Life service held at a later time.\n\nClyde was born in December of 1942 in Decatur, IL, the son of Clyde and Bertha (Hale) Smith. He graduated from Niantic-Harristown High School and attended Richland Community College. He retired from Donnelly Automotive, Decatur, IL. He married Mary Carlisle on May 21, 2005.\n\nHe is survived by his wife, Mary Carlisle; sons: Ryan (Scott & Denise), David, Jason, TyreII, and Bobby; daughters: Malinda (Mindie & Larry), Sharon, Selena, and Danielle; twelve grandchildren; fifteen great grandchildren; and sister Phyllis\n\nHe was preceded by his parents; one daughter; one son; specials friends Clifford & Beverly Stroud and Stormy\n\nSpecial people: Bryan and family; Steppy 1 – Sharon, Bryson, Alyssa, Miss Marilyn (his work wife) and “his girlfriend” Carolyn.\n\nClyde had a twisted sarcastic sense of humor, loved Stormy and fed stray cats. His early life was spent fishing , riding bikes and playing with his best friend, David Flamm. He enjoyed catching the city bus in Harristown for a Saturday movie and lunch with his buddy, David, then going back home. He enjoyed listening to music, dancing, cocktails with the 5:00 Club and lunch with classmates. He helped teach his grandchildren how to crawl, walk and enjoy life. In his later life, he enjoyed spending time with Mary.\n\nHe had several favorite things: the St. Louis Cardinals, saying: “Have I told you, lately, that I love you? There must be some reason why.”; music: classic rock; hobby: coin collecting, hunting and fishing; and Bible verse: “Don’t let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in which you teach, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity.” I Timothy 4:12.\n\nWe will miss his smile, laughter, him, and his deep fried turkey.\n\nHappy moments, praise God\n\nDifficult moments, seek God.\n\nQuiet moments, worship God.\n\nPainful moments, trust God.\n\nEvery moment, thank God.