I have no photographs to share, if I had they would be from ages ago. However, I can close my eyes and still remember a large flat, sparsely treed land with a brown (I could be wrong on the color) double wide sitting smack in the middle, surrounded by cars (one being a little mustang II) and a fishing boat. Behind it, an endless row of dog kennels housing the most beautiful German shepherds I'd ever seen. As the door of the home opens on this property, the most loyal rottweiler peeks his head out to greet any visitors (of course, with a sniff to the crouch, followed by a guffy smile and lick). Keith would be standing right behind him ready to great a guest with a great big hug. I still remember the last hug good bye (from well over a decade ago... ) on a hot, muggy, Arkansas summer day, a shirtless Keith gave me the greatest bear hug (a much younger me could not fathom how a man could have come to possess so much chest hair!). I wish I would have been able to visit with him just a summer or so ago, when my mother met up with him here in Oregon. Keith will be missed by a niece that he remembers as a little girl, that remembers him as an amazing, caring, kind and loving uncle.