Webster describes a beacon as “a source of light or inspiration”; “a signal for guidance.”
When I first met Keith, the first word that came to mind was, humility. There was something about the way he carried himself, although confident, I could tell he was a humble man. Gary and I liked him immediately.
Over the years, we got to know Deb and Keith and spent time traveling and socializing with them. It was during one of our early trips together that I started calling him “the beacon”. Keith was tall, very tall. No matter where we were, he could be seen in the midst of a crowd, even from a distance.
In the days since losing our dear friend, my mind keeps going back to the word BEACON and the more I think about Keith, the more appropriate that word seems to perfectly describe him.
Keith stood head and shoulders above many, not just in stature, but in his presence. Wherever we went as a group, Keith was our leader. If a repair was needed, we called Keith. If we had a question about a safety issue, we called Keith. Keith always had a solution. I think all of us just felt safe when Keith was around.
Keith DID stand head and shoulders above many, in his integrity, his loyalty, his friendship, his service to mankind and family and in his generous spirit.
Our Beacon was a shining light to all of us who knew him. Although his light is no longer shining here on earth, his spirit will always be a beacon in our hearts and the lives he leaves behind. Rest In Peace, sweet man. Lexie