Father Keith, the first time I met you, you amazed me. The way that you sang in chapel, it seemed like you tried to outdo the 30+ campers and staff. You always had a cheerful attitude, and when you didn't like something, you said it in the nicest way possible. Your stories about traveling the world, and cross-dressing in the Berlin Opera were fascinating and hilarious. You had the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known, and I miss you dearly. It's been one year to this day since I cried myself to sleep over your death. I miss you everyday and you were sorely missed at Peterkin this year. I can't wait to see you in heaven and to hear your glorious voice once again.