Today is my brother Keith's birthday. He would have turned 50 today. He died in April of 2009 at the age of 38. Over the years I have written a lot about his life and death many of those posts can be found by clicking here.
Over the years I have also written about a musician friend of mine Allen Levi. He also lost a brother and chronicled their story in an excellent memoir called The Last Sweet Mile. I mislaid my copy a few years ago when we moved into our current house. It is probably in a box in the basement some where.
I found 2 posts I wrote about Keith that I wanted to share. One was written on 11/11/11 which was a birthday he has been looking forward to as it resonated firmly in his mathematical mind. The other was written a year earlier than that when he would have turned 40. I will reprint it here as it is also features the aforementioned Allen Levi.
Big 40 minus the birthday boy
My brother Keith would have turned 40 today. He died 18 months ago so he never quite made the milestone.
When My Mom turned 40, my Dad put a banner across our garage that read "Jeanne's 40 today. But don't tell anyone!". We lived across from the local library at the time and man people people became aware of the event.
When I turned 40, Amy had a surprise party for me and had one of my favorite musicians, Allen Levi, fly in from Alabama and sing at my party. He performed the following song among others...
When Amy turned 40, relatives teamed with me so I could give her 40 rolls of quarters. (Amy loves quarters)
Keith died 18 months ago, so he never quite made the milestone. Keith was born on Veteran's day and loved that his birthday was celebrated by many people even though they might not be aware they were doing so.
Today as you reflect on the men and women who served our country in the military. Reflect also on the men and women boys and girls who left the party before we had a chance to throw them one.
Meanwhile back in 2020
On occasions like this I really want to say something profound about Keith. Instead I'll just say this...
There really has never been anyone exactly like him. . I find it fitting that Keith's 50th birthday falls on the heels of the death of Alex Trebek. He loved Jeopardy and even auditioned for the show, easily making it to the 2nd part of the process. Keith excelled in trivia but there wasn't anything trivial about him. Keith was Bi-polar but his mental illness did not define him. What defined Keith was a world class mind, a kind and gentle spirit, a quirky and quick sense of humor, a simple but abundant faith, and a love for his family and friends.
Keith visited me when I was living in Russia, teaching English as a Second Language and working as a Baptist Missionary. One day Keith and I were on a bus on the way to visit a family I knew. Keith heard someone speaking Spanish and started talking to them in Spanish. I didn't realize how much Spanish Keith knew. He studied it a little in High School but picked it up mostly working at McDonalds. The Person Keith was speaking to was a Brazilian missionary who had only been in the Russia for about 2 weeks. He spoke very little Russian no English, ,some Spanish but mostly Portuguese. Keith invites him to visit this family with us. We get to the families house they have never met Keith or this guy before. The family consisted of a high school girl that I was tutoring in English, her college aged sister and their mother. Their English ranged between somewhat fluent and none at all. This family loved foreigners and were really interested in getting to know Keith and this Brazilian betters. The guy from Brazil would speak in Spanish, Keith would translate it into English and I would try to translate it into Russian. Then we would reverse the process. Keith would get off on these crazy tangents and try to explain an idiom or a pun and I would have no way to translate it with my limited Russian.
Everybody had a wonderful time. When I would see that family or that missionary after that they always commented on how much they enjoyed that evening. This is not surprising. Keith made life an adventure. When I hear Spanish, I sometimes remember the day Keith turned a bus ride into a party. He may have left the party early but he certainly made a lasting impression.