Sherone Rogers
A year down the road, I believe Keith would want to know that he left some joy in our hearts, so this is a list of a few of things that make me smile (or laugh) when I think of him:
• The way (when I would be ranting about something/someone) Keith would shake his head and say, “Sherone, you are a mess!”;
• The way (when I would be telling a story that he thought was either absurd or really funny) Keith would turn his head, hold up his hand and say, “Oh, my God. Sherone, I can’t. I just can’t!”;
• The way that Keith was always so caring and considerate; he always asked how my then-fiancée was—even before he’d met her (I so wish he could have been at our wedding);
• The unmistakable gait Keith had; if he was walking four blocks away, you still knew it was him;
• The way Keith freely gave out compliments, like when I wore a hat so over-the-top that it got dubbed the “Kentucky Derby Hat,” and he told me, “Don’t listen to what anyone says—you are working that hat!”;
• The way Keith would burst into that roaring laugh we all know when I would call him “The Swedish Chef” after he would frantically chop up salad ingredients and end up with carrots and celery and onions all over the floor;
• The pride Keith took in decorating and in his apartment, and would excitedly describe or show me his new purchases and tell me exactly where they were going, and;
• The way Keith was always impeccably coordinated—right down to one of his Michael Kors bags. I also put my outfits together with an eye for detail, so it was nice to find a kindred spirit in Keith.
I could go on all day, but I’ll end by saying that, no matter what you thought of him, Keith always left an unforgettable impression. I thought so after the first time I met him years ago, I know it because I still think of him often, even though I’ve been without him for nearly a year. I will love and miss him forever.
Thursday March 22, 2018 at 12:10 pm