I was unable to attend the Memorial Service for Steve on Saturday, and my heart longs for the comfort of being with the people I have grown to consider my Yosemite family, and to offer my loving embraces back to them.

Not long after I met Steve my 15-year-old son, Ian, died in a freak motorcycle accident. In my memories of that ocean of grief Steve's genuine concern and compassion for me were one of few meaningful lifelines. We were new acquaintances brought together by business. Family and long-time friends were less able to reach me than Steve. I never told him how important those brief exchanges were -- simple acts of kindness that included a kind glance, well-chosen words, and soothing tone of voice -- as I sleepwalked through those days, months, years. I send my love and heartfelt sympathy to Jane, their sons, and the YA staff.