I have fond childhood memories of my big brother, Keith. Although we were nearly 12 years apart in age, time spent with Keith, as a child, were special and fun. I remember piggy-back rides through our house in Columbus, trips to the Dairy Queen and Root Beer stand,...

Keith and I are second cousins. Our Grandfathers were brothers. We grew up in the same small southern Indiana town, Columbus. Being 10 years older than me, he was like a big brother to me. We had great times together, especially on his sailboat, Bone Dry III. His...

I will miss him greatly. Keith introduced me to the Virgin Islands, my second home and my serenity. I turned to Keith when I was struggling with addiction. He picked me up and introduced me to an easier softer way. He wore his sobriety like a badge of honor, anonymity...