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A sad day

Question:

Terry: I’m sorry you lost your friend…that is so hard.  He sounds like he was a really special person and I’m glad he was able to touch your life and make it richer…as I’m sure you did his. Hugs and healing…Clue

Response:

Keith was a man of true character. I’m sorry that I never had the priviledge of knowing him, and even more sorry that the world has lost such a person. I think we’ll see him again. Dennis (Bermy)

Response:

hi terry, keith sounds like a wonderful fellow. my heart is with you. b – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Today I went to the funeral of a friend of mine. It hurt me a lot to lose him, and it hurt me even more to see his parents, children and girlfriend hurting so much more, but there is something about Keith’s life I want to share with you all. I think it is something we can all learn from. Keith was 41 when we lost him but he had been diagnosed as suffering from MS when he was only 17. This, at such an early age, would have floored a lot of people. It didn’t stop Keith. When he was in his middle 20’s he was running half marathons, and even months before he died would take an occasional run round the park. He loved messing around with old cars and has done go-kart racing. He bougt my old car when it was on it’s last legs (I thought). It’s now in running condittion again. Keith was an eccentric who would try almost anything. There’s a nude sketch of him done by an amateur artist that he kept proudly in the lounge. Asked why he did the sitting for the college his reply was ‘because I’d never done it before’. Study was his greatest achievement. He got his degree a few years ago and did a lot of work in R&D for the textile industry, but was prodigious in his further studies. He also used to teach maths. One of his friends at the funeral was a 16 year old girl he brought on from a ‘no hoper’ to a GCSE distinction in less than 1 year. Although not an angel by any means, he had a geniune love of his world. He used to care for pidgeons that had been abandoned as chicks. These would become incredibly tame to him. To see a small flock flying around him as he ran in the park, landing on him if he stopped, was a sight that stopped many in their tracks – you could almost hear the clang as their jaws dropped. Keith was a ‘people’ person. He would take anyone at face value and collected friends like some collect postage stamps. His friends were as varied as the most exotic stamps too! I feel honoured to have been part of that collection. Keith had a lot of knocks over the years – failed marriage, financial ruin, but the clear thread that ran through his life was:                        HE NEVER GAVE UP. — Terry Blunt Sometimes …

Response:

Today I went to the funeral of a friend of mine. It hurt me a lot to lose him, and it hurt me even more to see his parents, children and girlfriend hurting so much more, but there is something about Keith’s life I want to share with you all. I think it is something we can all learn from. Keith was 41 when we lost him but he had been diagnosed as suffering from MS when he was only 17. This, at such an early age, would have floored a lot of people. It didn’t stop Keith. When he was in his middle 20’s he was running half marathons, and even months before he died would take an occasional run round the park. He loved messing around with old cars and has done go-kart racing. He bougt my old car when it was on it’s last legs (I thought). It’s now in running condittion again. Keith was an eccentric who would try almost anything. There’s a nude sketch of him done by an amateur artist that he kept proudly in the lounge. Asked why he did the sitting for the college his reply was ‘because I’d never done it before’. Study was his greatest achievement. He got his degree a few years ago and did a lot of work in R&D for the textile industry, but was prodigious in his further studies. He also used to teach maths. One of his friends at the funeral was a 16 year old girl he brought on from a ‘no hoper’ to a GCSE distinction in less than 1 year. Although not an angel by any means, he had a geniune love of his world. He used to care for pidgeons that had been abandoned as chicks. These would become incredibly tame to him. To see a small flock flying around him as he ran in the park, landing on him if he stopped, was a sight that stopped many in their tracks – you could almost hear the clang as their jaws dropped. Keith was a ‘people’ person. He would take anyone at face value and collected friends like some collect postage stamps. His friends were as varied as the most exotic stamps too! I feel honoured to have been part of that collection. Keith had a lot of knocks over the years – failed marriage, financial ruin, but the clear thread that ran through his life was:                        HE NEVER GAVE UP. — Terry Blunt Sometimes …

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