3/23/00Ý Keith: one year after your death I still struggle to understand why.Ý Your decision still hurts, confuses, and haunts me everyday.Ý But I continue to remember you as I knew you in life.Ý I remember your deadpan sense of humor, your cutting sarcasm, how you used to make fun of me when we were kids, and how we'd hang out and drink as adults.Ý I remember your love of new experiences, traveling, dogs, whisky, fishing, good novels, and cigars. Your friendliness and ease around friends and strangers, your stubborness, your ambition, your generosi ty, and your goddamn independence.Ý I wish you hadn't been so independent, or held yourself to such impossible standards.Ý But I love you, and I love who you were, and who you still are to me. I love you I miss you.Ý -Cindy