Rest in peace Keith Lacey-Williams
A couple of days ago my lovely Uncle Keith died. He’d been unwell with rhematoid arthritis and osteoporosis for a while. He’d recently had an operation which seemed to go well to help with his crumbling spine. Things were looking up, but while recovering he had a heart attack and passed away. He was 69, funny, kind and the thought he would no longer be around brought instant hot tears to my eyes.
My Uncle Keith was an artist, painting and sketching despite his disabilities. He’d traveled and had been both a milkman and a serving member of the RAF in his youth. A favourite story was of him helping rescue baby turtles on an Omani beach with other servicemen in their downtime during a deployment. He loved dogs, especially Bess who passed away after 18 long years just a year ago. He had chickens and all the vegetables you could imagine. A rhubarb crown he gave me just a few months ago is currently thriving on our allotment.
He was a great dad, raising an amazing daughter – my cousin Emma – who is just one of the best people you could ever meet. She has a sense of adventure and a heart full to bursting to rival anyones. She’s also had more than her fair share of heart break as just two years ago, her mum and my Aunty Wendy passed away after a short battle with cancer. It’s not fair, I only hope that she feels the love they gave wrapped around her everyday.
He was a typical teasing, loving, mischievous older brother to my mum.
He was Keith 1 or Keith 2 depending on if he was talking, or my dad.
And he was my Uncle Keith. And I miss him. I wish he were still here. I want to talk gardens, and travel, and VW camper vans again. I wish we didn’t have to ever say goodbye to the people we love.
So, Uncle Keith. You were wonderful. I love you. Please rest in peace.