On June 11, 2002 I got a call from my dear friend Richard. He could hardly speak and my mind raced as I told him to take his time. "Is is Steve?" I asked. It was. His good friend and the wonderfully generous man who created CaringForKinsey.com had died of a stroke. He was only 55. My first thought and words were, "We never even got to meet him!" I didn't ever actually even talk to him. We exchanged emails. I thanked him and told him things like, "Kinsey doesn't really like teddy bears, but she does love Harry Potter and unicorns." and "That one picture that doesn't really look like anything is a butterfly." I thanked him several times, as I was so thankful for the beautiful job he did and the work and time he put into keeping it current, adding photos, whatever we asked.
Richard had told me that he had recently thanked Steve for several things himself, one of them being Kinsey's website, and Steve had told him that he didn't do it for Richard. He did it, he said, for Kinsey. "But you don't even know her," Richard pointed out. But Steve told him that he felt he and Kinsey had a special bond, that she had given him a reason to live, to get out of bed and put her website together when, after a few small strokes, he would have preferred to do nothing. He said he had asked God to let him live to get that website put together and he even told Richard that he wanted this little girl to live so much he told God he would give his life to spare hers. Perhaps he did.
I know that what he did with this website alone has helped save her, the prayers, the messages of hope and encouragement, the funds, the laughter it has created have all made such a difference to her and to all of us. I truly regret that I never met this man and I cannot express how grateful I am that he made such a difference in my family's life. I know he will live on through the memories of his wife, children, friends, and other family. And I know, too, through his connection to one little girl he never met he will live on as well. Steve, you were here too short a time, but may you find peace and may your family find peace in the knowledge of the impact you had on so many lives, and especially for one very sick little girl. You are a hero to her. You are a hero to all of us who love her.
-Karen Morrison