It’s hard to believe it, but Keith has reached the half-century mark. He’s a loving husband, father, son, friend, boss, soccer coach and all around great baby brother—witty, wry, loyal, plain-spoken and fun.Because I’m the oldest, I remember all sorts of things about Keith, like my father phoning at six in the morning on Sunday September 15th, 1957 to say that the three of us—myself, Robin and Pam—now had a new brother. When I think about Keith, I often remember the time I was looking after him when my parents were away on holiday. He was in grade six and I was in university, and I skipped Italian to go to his elementary school for his tumbling meet. Keith was so excited to see me that he couldn’t stop grinning and kept losing his focus. That’s just one memory of him that I’ll always treasure. So here’s to another half-century Keith…
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