Stephen Robert Post

Steve Post was the first born to Margaret and Robert Post on April 26, 1949. He has one sister, Ellen, and two brothers, Jim and Dave. There were fourteen years between him and his youngest brother, but the bond between Steve and his siblings had always been strong. He graduated from Notre Dame high school in 1967 and went to Pierce College briefly for one semester. Then in 1968, threatened by the draft, he enlisted in the Navy. Soon after boot camp in San Diego, Steve was off to Vietnam on the USS Rainier Ammunition Ship as a Boatswain’s Mate. He returned home the following April on leave for a short 3 months before returning again to Vietnam for the second time. On one of his tours in Vietnam, Steve was injured and had to be med-evac’d by helicopter off to a hospital ship. A pallet of 500 pound bombs had broke loose during combat operations and almost crushed his leg. Steve never spoke much about his time in Vietnam, but it was clear that it had an impact on his life. He always made sure the flag was flying outside his home on every national holiday. When he was too sick to do it himself, he insisted that his wife, Kathy, fly the flag on Presidents’ Day. In September 1970, he received orders for Kodiak, Alaska as a Master at Arms. With his new orders, Steve saw his opportunity to propose to Kathy O’Neill and they were married at St. Catherine of Siena in Reseda on August 22, 1970. He was 21 and she was 19. Kathy was in the 8th grade when they met and Steve was a sophomore in high school. A week after they were married, they left for Kodiak for Steve to complete his military duty which ended in December 1971. When they returned home to California, they had a 10 day old baby, Jennifer. Two years later Erin was born and eighteen months later Matthew was born. He shared with his children his love of sports, especially football. He was always there to cheer for them at their games as kids and win or lose was always there to pat them on the back. Steve always adored his children and he was proud of their accomplishments. In January 1972, he followed his father’s footsteps and got a job in the film industry at CBS as a Film Editor. In 1979, Steve was hired at Universal Studios where he worked until January 15, 2010. Last year, he celebrated his 30th anniversary at Universal as a Supervising Editor. Work had always been his joy, especially lunchtime with the guys. They are his 2nd family or so he called them. Even as he lay in bed in the hospital, he said he was not quite ready to retire. But the unfortunate reality of life was that Steve would not retire and cancer would take his life. Steve got to experience the joy of being a grandfather when his grandson Ryan was born to his daughter, Erin and her husband, Dave on December 4, 2009. Ryan was only a few days old when his daughter and her husband fell ill with the flu. Ryan was being released from the hospital after a short stay for jaundice and had to go home with Steve and Kathy. Steve said to Kathy, “Do you know how lucky we are to have a new born in our house again?” He was concerned about Erin and Dave, but so excited to get to take Ryan home, even for just one night. Even though his time with Ryan was brief, we know he enjoyed every minute of it. Before Steve passed away, he told Kathy to always remember St. Mark’s square in Venice when the orchestra played the theme song from Titanic and they were practically alone in the square. Kathy was enjoying her tea tray and Steve sat there astonished that he just paid $50 for tea. Kathy will always remember that moment and Steve will always remember how much he paid for that tea. Steve was a hero to his children. He could do anything. He knew everything. He taught his children the difference between right and wrong. But he also showed them how to have fun. He shared with them his love for music, books, and of course, movies. He was a blast to hang out with, to throw a ball with, or to just shoot the bull with. Steve was our friend. We will always love him and may the angels in heaven take care of him. We will miss him more than words can say. May he rest in Peace.