David Keith was a little more than a friend because he was also a fellow-writer who shared much the same ideals as I.
One of those emotions that haunt a good few people who are left behind after a death is regret.
Regret that we didn’t get back to them as quickly as we could have. Regret that we didn’t say how much we appreciated them – their thoughts, their humour, their caring, their friendship.
We can only hope that they knew how valued they were.
I am not in a position where I can talk about David’s life in fine detail, but I do know that he started very low on the ladder and climbed to a level most of us are too lazy to even contemplate.
David was an award-winning author and unrepentant Hippie nature child who firmly believed in such outdated concepts as Peace, Love, sustaining our Earth, and Freedom, including the inviolable right of the First Amendment. Until his death he worked as a writer, editor, and medical professional. He had been a newspaper reporter, photographer, Army combat medic, paramedic, and university professor. In his life were two phenomenal women: his beautiful wife, Elizabeth, and their dog, Belle.
David’s contribution to the Top Writers Block, whether writing, editing or composing artwork, was inestimable. He was a talented writer in all domains, and all those works that he planned to put to paper but never had the time, will be a loss for us all.
May he rest in peace knowing that, among others, his friends will not forget him.
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