Kevin went to be with Jesus. We don't know the cause of his passing, but we rejoice that he is whole, healed, rejoicing and worshiping. He was an amazing guy and the celebration of who he was really blessed me. It was so nice to hear other people's stories about him, so healing to laugh and cry and grieve all at once. Kevin was 17 when I was born and he liked to carry me around on his big shoulders and call me "Chinooks." He called me that on Mother's Day, which was the last time I saw him. I will miss him. I will miss hearing his loud, creative harmonies in worship. I will miss hearing his occasional calls, asking me how Casey and Nutt were. I'm not sure how he got Nutt from Jett, but that's what he thought his name was about half the time. And it made me smile. I love you, Kevin. I look forward to singing with you again some day.