Keith’s Fingerprint

Siblings leave fingerprints that stay with us forever. But sometimes we don’t realize it until they’re gone.

Four days ago my brother passed away after a four-month, painful battle with cancer. He was only 50 years old and left behind his wife, four children (the youngest is 12) and many family and friends who loved him. Even though many of us thought he worked too hard, he did manage to find time to go rv’ing, camping, fishing, hunting, or snowmobiling with friends and family.

As Keith lay in the hospital, one of his greatest regrets was that he wouldn’t be able to take his two young daughters on a special vacation he and his wife had planned for them this summer. He had made many plans for his home and his family this year, but will never be able to follow through with them.

As I read through the many, many emails, cards, and Facebook messages I’ve received, I can’t help but wonder how many of us knew how much of a fingerprint Keith was leaving on our lives. And I wonder what I need to do or say today, rather than wait for the “perfect” time that may not come.

Who in your family do you need to get in touch with? Or who do you need to thank for the mark they are leaving on your life? Tell us about it, if you like.