Donate to

Steven Longmire

Steven Longmire

needs your help!

heart.png

$10,000 Goal

As of 10/12/2020 5:00pm

100% of Funds raised on this website go to

Steven Longmire

A fatal motorcycle accident tragically changed the course of life...

img_e4366.JPG
img_e4389.jpg

On Friday, October 2nd, 2020 at approximately 7:30pm, Matt Longmire was in a fatal motorcycle accident, where a woman driving an SUV pulled out in front of him. 

(The accident is under investigation.)

Steven Longmire was Matt's "main man", his son and pride and joy.  He was extremely close to his father and is now left with a huge void without him and his guidance and the burdened responsibility of  his father's final arrangements and settling his affairs.  This young man, needs your help to financially get through this difficult time.

We at Kristina Conn Foundation (KCF) are asking our community to come together and help this young man through this difficult journey. Your donation is tax deductible (verify with your tax preparer) and 100% of the funds raised through this website will go directly to Steven. 

We ask you to please keep him in your thoughts and prayers during these difficult times.

PLEASE DONATE

Help us, help Steven as he navigates through this journey without his father.

Read about who Matt was through his sons words below

Matthew Longmire was born in Tampa and at a very young age, moved to Virginia with his mother and brother. He was in and out of foster homes for most of his childhood but managed to come out of it well rounded and with a strong intellect. He moved to Northern California for a few years where he was in several bands and accumulated some incredible stories. He spent his time zooming through Northern California with hot rods and motorcycles, always on some sort of adventure. He worked in the forest service, had a stint as a gold miner, and worked a huge range of other jobs. He then moved back to Virginia and did printing on the hill in D.C. for several years. He moved to Florida in 1991 to get away from the City, and soon after in 1992, he met my mom. In 1995, I was born.

 

My dad soon became an owner/operator of a successful printing business and was an active member of the local Chamber of Commerce for about 15 years. He always donated printing on a large scale for the Health First fundraisers as well as other causes, because he wanted to help; he expected nothing in return. It was always neat hearing their ads on the local NPR station. His company was nominated Small Business of the Year several years in a row, before being forced to close in 2007(ish), He struggled after that with the new era of mandatory college degrees, but found work in and out of print shops and as a technical writer for various engineering companies.

 

He and my mom were together for 20 years at which time they parted ways while I was in early high school. He maintained a loving and supportive relationship with her and her side of the family until his passing. He was an integral and cherished member of every holiday, birthday, graduation, and social gathering and was the best cook EVER! He has been my hero and someone I always looked up to as a loving father. As I reached adulthood, he was my friend, advisor, therapist, and inspiration. We played guitar together, laughed, had heart-to-hearts, and talked about everything under the sun. I loved introducing him to my friends and was always boasting his stories that he passed on to me. He was always the life of the party no matter the age group. While I was away at school, he continued to expand his many friendships. It is apparent more, now than ever, that he touched many lives, and was an important father-figure to many who never had the good fortune of having one. He was everybody’s best friend, therapist, brother, father, and more, all while working with his own daily financial and life struggles. Riding a motorcycle was how he unwound - it relieved him of stress and let him forget about all his worries. I was always nervous that he rode, but knew it made him feel good, as I have felt the feeling myself when we used to ride dirt bikes in the national forests.

 

I will always miss my dad as his love was unconditional and I know this will only get harder as I go to reach for the phone to call him daily and realize that he is not there - I still can’t believe he is gone. I am the person I am because of the values he instilled in me throughout my life and I am a better person because of him. 

 

This donation is to help tie up loose ends, pay for celebration of life/funeral services, attorney as he had no will, fixing and selling his trailer and car, and other miscellaneous business that needs to be taken care of. 

The Accident:

Over the past year or so, my dad had been working from home. Every evening when he finished work, he’d shoot me a call or text saying what his plans were in case I wanted to meet up. There was nothing he loved more than cruising along the beach on his Harley. I was supposed to start work soon on lacing him a new front wheel as a late Father’s Day gift. One that would not rust in muggy, coastal Florida. On October 2nd, 2020, it was a beautiful early Fall night, and I am sure he was ecstatic to ride and meet up with some friends. I got the call as I was finishing cleaning kayaks from a sunset nature tour, my part time job, that a car pulled out in front of my dad, only a few miles from his house. He died soon after arriving to Cape Canaveral Hospital.