Right before Christmas last year, Steven was gracious enough to spend one of his last sunsets with me. It was truly a Stonehenge moment as the two of us drank beer on his balcony, before going out to eat. We watched the sun set precisely at the end of the pier.

I say "Stonehenge moment", because it was the Winter Solstice.

We all knew this day was coming, but it still saddens me greatly that I will no longer hear any new stories. I will cherish the memories of the old ones, though.

Godspeed, Steven