"Something About Steven"

I have the worst memory ever, but I can remember quite vividly the first time Steven and I met. Peter, Anna and I had just seen a cheesy Korean flick in the Richmond and were headed to the city to meet people for drinks. It was that summer that the Prentiss house was completed and I was the newcomer to the group. Steven was patiently waiting outside of the crowded Redwood Room on that chilly late summer evening in San Francisco. When we met, Steven made me feel welcome and I remember thinking it was nice to make a new friend, especially since two close ones would be leaving soon. Later, we would meet at several group gatherings - at a Locus event, for drinks at Bottom of the Hill, at a film festival showing, dinner with friends, a going away party, at raucous group karaoke parties in J-town. I didn't know Steven very well, but what I did know was that you could always count on him being there - full force, singing his heart out.

Steven was one of those special people that showed up for life. He also cared deeply for his friends. Whenever we ran into each other, he'd sincerely ask how things were going. He always seemed to show up whenever help was needed - with finishing the Prentiss house, on that last day of packing and cleaning up, Steven was there. Even when we visited him in the hospital, Steven would be talking about helping Peter with the building of the new house - and how all he needed was that whiff of kimchee to flavor his saluntang.

Steven - you are deeply loved and missed.

-Carol Young

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