My heart aches at the loss of this wonderful human being. My children, 18, 17, and 10 have grown up with him. He helped my husband and I teach them that all of nature is God's gift to us and that we are obligated to respect and care for all creatures. We were camping on the Flint River the night Steve died and were unaware of his death until the next day. How strange that as we sat around ou campfire eating hotdogs and marshmallows, my youngest son started talking about Steve and how he wished he could show him all of the creatures on our river. He even asked me to send an email to see if Steve would come to Georgia to film one of his shows. We imagined how Steve would love seeing the beauty of the wildlife here and how funny it would be to hear him try to talk in a southern accent. Our shock and pain upon learning of his death are still keen; yet our sorrow at knowing we will never get to meet him is just starting to sink in. He was all that each of us should strive to be. God bless his family, friends, and all those around the world who will never be the same.