Corey, D Steven

I met Steve in Monterey and in San Francisco. I wish I knew him better, as it is clear that he was a very talented man--and a good ten years younger than I.

Steve was my Uncle. We called him Stevie. He was my Father's only brother. He passed when I was 7 years old. My last memory of him was visiting my Grandmother and speaking to him on the phone while he was in the hospital. The last thing he said to me was to not remember him the way he was at that time, but to think of the good times....the better times. The week Uncle Stevie passed my Father wrote me a 2 page letter about Stevie and his accomplishments. After my Father passed last November I went through the letters he sent me. I found the letter about Stevie. Although I cried the entire time I read the letter the last few sentences were the most heartbreaking. It said that as my Father was cleaning out Stevie's apartment he found a stuffed animal and a card addressed to me. He said even during his time of illness he still thought of me and loved me very much. I really appreciate that this is available as I've been looking for more information on Stevie throughout the years.

I met Steve in the fall of 1984 at the University of Alabama where I was a student. The School of Library Science had invited Steve to speak at a conference. We became fast friends, and he said that if I ever wanted to visit San Francisco, I could crash on his sofa. Needless to say, I took him up on his offer and spent spring break sophomore year at his place. Steve was generous, witty and smart. He opened up a whole new world for me for which I am forever grateful. It’s unfortunate that he did not get to age so others could have experienced his love for life. But for those of us who did, his memory remains.