If I Should Die.. My Obituary...

It's Been A Long Time.. A Long Time Coming.. But I Know.. A Change Gon' Come...

If I should die… go ahead and cry. Be sad, mourn, be hurt.

But only for a few moments at a time—no longer than that.

I know this is a tough time for you, but I want you to rejoice and celebrate life.

A life lived—mine.

And a life living—yours.


More than anything else, I was thankful for the opportunity to live. To see, to breathe, to experience, to love, and everything else it encompasses. I loved and enjoyed life. Even through the tough times, I found joy in living.

And I want you to live life to the fullest. Cliché, I admit. But do it! The grave will be a home to us all, so before your time is up—LIVE!


I’m grateful to have met some beautiful and special people in my lifetime.


Thank you, Jaime, for holding me up during the hardest time in my life. You were truly a blessing to me—in multiple ways. You made life beautiful… you made me better.


I loved life so much, I made one—with Jaime. Kameron. Watching him grow has been one of life’s greatest gifts. I didn’t think I could love anything as much as I loved myself… until he showed up. A free-spirited and handsome son. Take care of your business! And somehow, I got lucky again—with Jordan. Not one I created, but one I helped shape into a man of honor and wisdom. Be consistent!

These two gave me a new purpose.

They made me want to live more intentionally, love more deeply, and be a better father and man.

My mother… Yvonne… the greatest. I was here because of you—survived this long because of the wisdom you instilled in me. There is no way to pay you back, but I tried. You are appreciated. Thanks for doing your best. I love you.

To my family and friends—siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, my beloved nieces and nephews, The Wolfpack, Tres Amigos, Xmas in July 5K bRUNchers, my students, colleagues, classmates, and anyone else reading this—LIVE NOW!

If I ever told you I loved you, I meant it.

And even in death—I love you. I care about you. I want the best for you and yours. I hope I showed it enough.. I hope I proved that to you while I was here. I hope you knew. I hope you felt it.


I am a little afraid to die.

And I truly don’t know what’s “beyond the sky”—what happens after life has ended. But whatever is next, I hope that I can live there with my memories forever. I hope that I’ll be able to recall any and every memorable event or time, no matter how big or small. Even the ones that have been forgotten—I hope they come back to me.


I know this has to fit on the back page of a program… probably a web post now, 21st century. So I’m not going to be logorrheic or long-winded. That’s the educator in me. Lol. I’ll stop now and leave you with my last outgoing/away message:


Live Now. Think of me forever. Be Kind.

1
Keith


*P.S. 
Please use a current picture of me. Nothing from 10 years ago. Something from within the past year and make sure it's fly.

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