I can't believe she is gone. It seems like only yesterday she was getting in bar fights and out-drinking all of us.

May Stacey rest in peace. Although I only knew her for a semester in my photo III class, I quickly discovered how cool she was. I mean, she had so much energy and enthusiasm that it was just contagious. It's so sad to see someone like her be with us no more. God bless you Stacey.

Whether it was having ciggies outside the lab or cruising the silver Beamer, I'll forever cherish the time we spent together. I could always count on you for a laugh and a smile. You will never be forgotten Stacey. I love and miss you always.

I remember Stacey wrapping all of her dreads around her face to make her head look like what she called "the monster". It made me laugh my ass off, which was standard for Stacey. Her humor and spirit will be greatly missed, and she will always be remembered with a smile.

Stacey's feistiness and take-no-bullshit outlook on life showed me that to be human, you must revel in passion and expression in everything that you do. Whether behind the lens or in front of it, Stacey depicted the vibrant hues of life and loved sharing it with people.

As Stacey's longtime best friend, I am so touched to find this article and all the bittersweet comments that have been posted thus far. I have been searching for phone numbers of her friends and and glad that her friends in the Journalism world are so on top of things. I am still looking for a couple of her close journalism friends that I would like to contact. If anyone knows Jaime LeMaire or Maria Setiawan, please pass on my number to them: 415.260.7680. Please hold Stacey in your thoughts with me. Thank you.

P.S. This article is SO MUCH better than the Chronicle and Examiner... although she was't driving the BMW... she was driving a Toyota SUV. Still, thanks for doing it right... it means so much.

Stacy worked for me briefly about 10 years ago. I know she lived near the edge as an adult but I recall that she lived and saw life with this philosophy:

Work Hard--Do your best--Keep your word--Never get too big for your britches--Trust in God--Have no fear--and Never forget a friend

Harry S. Truman

The one thing I admire about Stacey is that she was so unapologetically herself. She didn't care what people thought about her and did things to make her happy. I'll miss our chit chats over cigarettes and coffee in front of the Humanities building and us getting Maria drunk on Tequila Rose.

Stacey was the most amazing person I have every met. She taught me so many things about myself. I can never thank her enough. Her vivacious spirit and kindness will always be remembered in my heart. Its such a shame that a person like her had to go so soon. I only hope to carry on a piece of her spirit and share it with others. I will never forget Stacy and will always miss her with all my heart.

Stacey didn't have a pretentious bone in her body. She could approach anyone, anywhere and bring laughter to the most difficult of days by making them remember that life is bigger than the moment.
We loved her cookies made from love, the way she made us laugh at her crazy stories and her ability to bond with people from all walks of life.
There's a lot less laughter in the world with her gone. She will be dearly missed but always remembered.

Whenever she saw me walking toward her, she always waved her hands, calling out my Japanese nickname, "acchan!" That gave me extra energy when I was down from school work.
She was such a genuine person and I will miss her.

I just love her. so much...

I remember Stacey and I running Xpress Magazine in the Spring of 2003. The moment we finished the last issue for that semester and things started to wind down as graduation time arrived, I recalled her last words to me were, "Keep in touch Tolero." Although me and her never saw each other after that last day, for some reason I vividly remembered those words,where we were standing (in front of the mail boxes for all the publication students) and the red streaks that were mixed in with her dreads.
I spent a lot of hours with her during that semester (sometimes into the early morning hours during production week)and I have to say that she was a ball of life and energy. She encouraged me to take chances, live life and say how you feel. Well Stacey, all I will say about you is that I will always remember you, your energy, the influence you had on my life and the fact that I never saw you without a cup of coffee in your hand.
Although we never spoke to each other or saw one another after that last day during that semsester, make sure to keep a seat warm for me up There so you and I could talk.

hi evry one...
you may not know me personely but i am sure that most of you have seen me or heard about me ...iam staceys boy friend sam the one that he is soooo sad and so sorry for this that i lost the light of my life..and the meaning of being alive since i heard that bad news i cant stop my tears ..she was a kind hart and wonderfull friend
..evry one that got to know her liked her..she was a very pecefull persone...thank you all
sam

Stacey,

I am so sorry that this happened to you. I'm sorry that I didn't find out soon enough to pay my last respects to you. But most of all, I'm sorry that I never got to tell you how much I admired you for your vivaciousness, your take-no-prisoners-or-bullshit attitude, and how you lived your life to the fullest.

Despite our differences, one might say we were two extremes on a spectrum, we got along great because we were the same--We didn't give a fuck what others thought and we were ourselves no matter what. You never judged me, you never judged anybody.

I'll never forget our smoking together, the night we covered Jeff Chan's campaign party, the last reporting meeting at the Cliff House, your bar brawls, and our complaining about the men of our lives.

I'm so glad that you came into Macy's and I got to see you one last time. I remember hugging you and telling you, "You have to come back and let me do a makeover." You said you would, but you never did. I offered to make you over, but it is you who has made me over, by making me realize how short life is and how I can't make the same mistake with others I care about that I made about you.

I never told you how I felt, but you better believe that I will never make that same mistake again. Thank you, Stacey.

God bless you, Stacey, and thank you for touching our lives with your neverending warmth and zest for life.