I haven't seen him in years, but I knew him as Mr. Steve. He was my bus driver throughout elementary school. I remember so many times riding the bus home, where I would go and sit in the front of the bus just so I could talk to and joke around with him. He was one of the sweetest people I had met and, honestly, helped me get through those hard days of school when I was afraid or didn’t know anyone. I used to get nerves in the morning all the time and there was one specific time, in third grade, that when we arrived at school, I wasn't feeling well, so he got out of the bus and walked me to an adult just to make sure I would get to the health room okay. I'm in tenth grade now, so it's been a little while since I've seen him, but everytime I see the bus number 410 I think of him, his smile, his jokes, and how much joy he brought to all my friends back in elementary and I. He was a great person, and I'm so glad I was able to impacted by him. I am so sorry for your loss.