This is very hard to write, because my eyes keep welling up and I can hardly see the screen, but here goes... I remember looking forward all year to our visit to California to visit the Grandparents and Curt, Cristie and Keith. I got along with Keith well, because he was close to my age, and he had similar interests. He had a deep love for animals, and we had a great time catching turtles, frogs, snakes, and occasionally birds, just to check them out and release them again. I remember we were teaching him how to drive a stick shift, because he had just bought a 455 Trans Am, and didn't know how to drive it. The more I think, the more fond memories I have. I still can see the smile on his face... I don't think I know of anyone who has more of a kind heart. We shared secrets that will never be spoken, and I am proud to say he is my uncle, and always have been. Although I have always thought that I would get the chance, I did not get the privilege of knowing Keith as an adult, but I always knew that he would become a strong, caring, extraordinary Man and from what I gather, he was that and more. I know that I have thought about you in the past, and missed you, but I really miss you now.