Many great things changed in my life when my husband Alex and I first started dating 3 years ago, but among the most treasured was that I got to meet and spend time with Stephen and Betsy Speicher. Even though we were on opposite sides of the country, Stephen and I got to know each other on the FORUM, through PMs and emails, and occasionally on the phone. It wasn’t long before we realized that we had an amazing affinity with regards to art – an affinity I’ve never shared so strongly with any other person. Not only in regards to movies, but with sculpture, painting, and especially, architecture. Even more importantly, it wasn’t just that we liked the same works, rather it was the similarity in the depth at which we both felt about art. Steve was like a real-life fairy godfather to me. It was as if anything I wished for, he would grant me. I wrote in a post on the FORUM that if I could ever enter John Lautner’s Sheats/Goldstein house that I would simply fall to my knees. He replied that when I did he would be right by my side -- and he was. With his and Betsy’s myriad connections, Stephen was able to arrange a private tour of this house when Alex and I were visiting the Speichers in the summer of 2005. When Alex and I moved to California last fall, I mentioned that I wanted to see Frank Lloyd Wright’s Marin County Civic Center and the Quent Cordair Art Gallery, so Stephen made the arrangements and the four of us were planning a trip to San Francisco next month. For this last Christmas, Steve and Betsy tracked down and bought for me the impossible-to-find Capuletti book – a book that they own that they knew I coveted. And most recently Steve had brought up visiting Wright’s Talieson West in Arizona because he knew that I really wanted to see it myself (even though he’d already been there himself more than once). It was actually because of our close relationship with Steve and Betsy (and with their encouragement) that I applied to graduate programs in Southern California. And when I was admitted to one of those schools, that’s where I chose to be. And I am so glad that I did. Moving to Santa Barbara allowed us to see Steve and Betsy several times a month rather than once or twice a year. The most beautiful way that Stephen will live on in me is through art. Every time I watch a movie, see a painting or sculpture, or find a modern architect that I like, I’ll always be thinking to myself: “I wonder what Stephen would have thought.” And when I find those works that move me particularly deeply, I’ll know that if he were there standing by my side, he’d be feeling exactly as I would be. While I’ll miss you greatly, Stephen, I am just so grateful to have known you.