is for Keith.
The son-in-law of my friend, Bob, I’ve known Keith for less than a year. I blogged last June about the tragedy that befell Bob and his wife, Candace. Bob was hospitalized for nearly four months. During his hospital stay, I visited Bob several times and became acquainted with Keith. I liked Keith immediately.
Bob could not have a better or more loyal caregiver. Keith feeds Bob, bathes him, dresses him, does his laundry, changes his bed, drives him to rehab and to medical appointments. Whatever Bob needs, Keith is there to help him.
Bob has good days and bad days. He would prefer not to depend on a wheel chair. There are days, I’m sure, when he’s overwhelmed by the road he sees ahead. At times, Bob gets into a pretty serious funk. A straight shooter, Keith tells it like it is, quietly reminding Bob that if he wants recovery he’s got to do the work. Bob doesn’t argue. He respects Keith.
I respect Keith. I respect Keith for his essential goodness, for his kindness, and for the depth of his compassion. I respect him for his courage and for the guts it takes every day to stay at home to care for Bob.
What happened last June to Bob and Candace turned the world upside down. Keith is Bob’s anchor and safe haven in the stormy seas and uncharted waters of a less than certain journey to reclaim wholeness. In a world where heroes are in short supply, Keith stands as a model of heroism. I am proud to know Keith.