I've been avoiding looking at the calendar as I know this is coming. Keith was born on May 4, 1986 in Vancouver, B.C. He was immediately loved and adored by mom, dad, Holly and Wade and his big extended family. We knew he would be our last child and forever my baby.
We didn't really get to celebrate his last birthday on Earth - his 21st. The only year he didn't have a cake. I bought him a couple of birthday presents but he didn't get the big family celebration that a 21st should be. He had had quite a fight with his brother and things were tense. I thought when things had settled down we would find a way to mark that special occasion. I didn't know we'd run out of time.
I don't know what to do for this day that means so much. When all the wonderful memories swamp me, I can't comprehend his loss. I still have so much trouble understanding that he's gone. I do get a rush of understanding when I relive in my mind the circumstances of how I believe his accident happened but I try my best to block that out.
Wendy, Keith's mom