I miss my brother Keith every day.  When we were very young, we moved from a small town in Ontario to Toronto to live with out mother during the 2nd World War, who was working as a riveter on war planes.  Our father was working on war ships in Vancouver, B.C.  We had a housekeeper at first but she got ill and left so we were on our own.  My older brother  Brian, by 2 yrs., myself and younger brother by 3 years, Keith.  Brian was in charge and we would get ourselves breakfast, then go to a nearby school.  Keith would usually run back home (he hated school) and sometimes we had to just let him go.  He was always a daredevil and not afraid of much.  We moved to Vancouver to live with our mother & father near the end of the war and we were not there long when Keith got his first spanking from our father.  Keith was always into something.  At nine years of age he would jump on the ice delivery truck and grab himself a piece.  As a very young teenager he somehow got a Kayak and paddled around in the dangerous water of Burrard Inlet.  (There was quite an undertow there.)  When he was in his late teens he took a welding course at the school I was working in and the instructors were very impressed.  When Burnaby Vocational School first opened they asked him to be an Instructor.  My father wanted him to be a Boilermaker instead as he said it was more profitable so that is what Keith did.  Keith would not listen to gossip when I tried to complain about anyone (my husband included).    Keith was very competitive and became very good at golfing,  a good pool player, shuffle board, darts, horseback riding, and also a good cook.  He worked on his own car and sometimes on mine.  He also built a fence and gate for me in my yard and also a brick barbecue.  Whenever I invited family and friends over, Keith was the guy who worked the barbecue.  Keith was a very loyal brother and helped me out many, many, times.  Of course it worked both ways.  I remember buying him a pair of stride pants when they were in style.  I was 16 years of age but had a week-end job in an office.  My father said, that no son of his would ever wear strides, but let Keith keep them because I had spent my hard earned money on them.  I spoke to Keith on the phone the day before he passed away -- I ended my conversation saying, I love you.  Keith said yeah.  I said, you could at least say I love you too.  He said, I love you three.  He had a wonderful sense of humor to the end.  As I said - I will miss him forever.  Love you two, three and lots more Keith.  Your sister Barbara