The boys’ guitar instructor died suddenly on Thursday.  We are very sad.  I titled this entry “Keith” without a last name because until October we didn’t know Keith’s last name and when I learned what it was and asked them it they wanted to know, they were quick to say no.  That was part of the quirkiness that made Keith who he was.  He was just Keith.  Pretty much not that different from Sting being Sting.

There is lots to write about this.  Very much about the man who brought music into our home and filled what few empty spaces there were with amps and guitar stands and sheets of paper with chords in his handwriting.  Much about the lessons learned through this experience of losing someone who was a big part of our lives.  But it is still too raw to go into much detail.  I just wanted to record some thoughts before time passed and memories grew fuzzy.

We have lost two family members in the last seven and a half years – the boys’ grandmother (Scott’s mother) and my brother in law (Scott’s brother). Both of these were tremendous losses, but the boys were younger then.  The brain of a 9, 7 and 4 year old can be calmed and soothed by speaking of the soul and heaven and streets of gold.  The minds of 16, 14, and 11 years olds are not so quick to accept and not so quick to ask questions either.  They keep the thoughts and questions in their minds to turn over and oven until the pain lessens. Almost men….  still babies.

Keith was part of our weekly routine.  Our minds go to thoughts of what happens now?  We don’t yet know.  All we do know is that they will play in memory of Keith on Friday night.  What was to be a Christmas show will now be a tribute to the man that taught my boys the thrill of music and performing for an audience.  The owner of the school has said that they can play whatever their hearts tell them to. Keith loved the Beatles and taught the boys “Come Together.”  Perhaps they will play that.

RIP, Keith.  You made a huge impact on this family.  Probably more than you ever knew.