Monday, December 29, 2008
Memories of Keith
We greatly appreciate all friends, family and those who knew our father who will take the time to share your memories with us. We respectfully remind all who share these memories that the stories read on this site will be accessed by those most innocent, his grandchildren whom he loved. We ask that you be appropriate and discreet in your public expressions of sympathy and inquiry. All comments will be edited by the family before being added to the blog.
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I am so sorry. Your dad was always so kind, and he loved you so much. A few memories I have of your dad growing up:
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I was so comfortable at your house that one time I forgot to ring the doorbell, and just walked in. Your parents just laughed.
He was such a kind bishop.
He knew your mom was a total catch, so that's why he wanted to marry her when she was so young :)
He loved to bring you on work trips or bring you back souveneirs.
He encouraged you, your sisters, and your brother in your talents. I remember Brian's electric guitar, Joanna's stylin' clothes, Lynette's tennis, your singing, and Kelli's piano. He was so proud of you.
I don't know if he liked the peaceful work or the impeccable yard, but he was always on the lawn mower!
But, in spite of everything wonderful in life, it can also be incredibly difficult and painful. I hope your lifetime of great memories will be a comfort, but I know it won't ever be enough. You will always miss your dad. I'm so sorry. Nancy Heiner Austin
I just wanted to say thank you for letting me participate in the funeral and other events. It was a very special experience. I learned more about Keith than I ever knew, and my already established respect for him has grown tremendously. You truly are a wonderful family, and I was blessed to have spent time with you. Please know that my thoughts and most sincere prayers are with you.
ReplyDeleteI remember keith(my grandpa) used to take us to his pond one time i was on a raft and almost tipped over and he caught me and told me that he would rather have drowned than me.
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As I have recalled so many memories this week of our family, there are a few that have stuck out in my mind that I would love to share.
ReplyDeleteMy dad loved to sing, and I remember playing the piano at home and having my dad walk in and put his hands on my shoulders. I would play hymns so we could break up in parts and my dad, Melanie, and I would sing our hearts out.
My dad taught me how to fish, and I learned from a young age how to tie on a hook and bait it on my own. Brett, my husband, was always amazed that he met a girl that was not disgusted of worms and would actually handle them. In fact, I was proud of the fact that on fishing trips, I could catch a fish before Brett could. Thanks dad!
Dad loved to look at the stars. We would sleep outside in sleeping bags to watch for falling stars and learn of the constilations. Dad loved to look at the sky on camping trips because when it is pitch black outside, the sky lights up like you can't imagine.
Staying up late with mom and dad to play hearts; dad checking out movies on elk hunting and loving it!, getting up at 5 am to go running with dad in high school, hiking devil's staircase with dad numerous times, and doing the fox trot with dad around the kitchen.
The bravest, kindest, and noblest man I know; that's my dad.
On a trip to visit Alan and Melanie in Rexburg my wife, Shannon and I had the pleasure of spending an evening at the Steiner home. The wind was blowing, as it usually does in Rexburg, and it caused a nest full of baby birds to fall on the sidewalk by the garage door.
ReplyDeleteUpon finding the birds and the nest Keith gently picked up the petrified birds and placed them back in the nest. He then secured the nest deeper in the tree, so it wouldn't happen again.
My wife talks about this simple act of kindness for nature and what an influence it had and still has on her to know that there are special people full of genuine love in this world. Death is always bitter but the gospel makes it sweet.
Keith was a very nice man, and a wonderful grandfather to my grandchildren and all his grandchildren. He was so fun to chat with and had such a wealth of information. I was so sorry to hear of his passing, and I will miss him.
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