What is an uncle? 
My parents brother or brother in law obviously. But someone who could give you a loving differing opinion. They aren’t your father or your grandfather. So they love you differently. They love you and your family-  but differently. A caring third-party. We’ve all had at least one. Some good. Some bad. Usually sharp as a whip. Funny. And insightful. 
Sometimes that crazy uncle, who may drink too much, smoke stinky cigars or told really bad jokes. But loved differently. But not my uncle. 

But who was my Uncle Keith? 
Keith Carmichael was a great guy. A loving husband and father. He was smart and well educated. A doctor! And he loved sports. Especially his Buffalo’s and Broncos. 
And he was a model for me to emulate in my life. There when I needed to chat. Just to get an outside opinion. He was always there. 
You offered me loving advice and encouragement. Not support. Not charity. Just guidance. Exactly what I needed at the time. 
His was a tale of two fatherly lives. 
I was kind of his son before he and Aunt Jan finally had their own - Bradley Keneth in 1982. My senior year of high school.

What is an uncle? 
My parents brother or brother in law obviously. But someone who could give you a loving differing opinion. They aren’t your father or your grandfather. So they love you differently. They love you and your family-  but differently. A caring third-party. We’ve all had at least one. Some good. Some bad. Usually sharp as a whip. Funny. And insightful. 
Sometimes that crazy uncle, who may drink too much, smoke stinky cigars or told really bad jokes. But loved differently. But not my uncle. 

But who was my Uncle Keith? 
Keith Carmichael was a great guy. A loving husband and father. He was smart and well educated. A doctor! And he loved sports. Especially his Buffalo’s and Broncos. 
And he was a model for me to emulate in my life. There when I needed to chat. Just to get an outside opinion. He was always there. 
You offered me loving advice and encouragement. Not support. Not charity. Just guidance. Exactly what I needed at the time. 
His was a tale of two fatherly lives. 
I was kind of his son before he and Aunt Jan finally had their own - Bradley Keneth in 1982. My senior year of high school. 
They had always made sure my sister Renee and I had presents for our birthdays or at holidays and always came to our parties and even to sporting events sometimes. 
But then he took on true fatherhood. 
I remember visiting my little cousin Brad in the hospital when he was a really sick boy. We as a family had never experienced anything like this before. But Uncle Keith was stoic. He was always at Brad’s side, holding his little hand and rubbing his head that was sweating out that massive infection. And Brad recovered by God’s grace. To the relieved of his truly gifted parents. After that, Brad never left his side as well, even until Keith‘s final years. 
One of my very favorite Uncle Keith memories is of him holding my new daughter Hannah when she was born. They had come to the hospital and she was just having a hard time settling down.

I loved his smile and kind eyes.  He surely blessed many with all of the lives he touched over his years of being an educator.  Thinking of you during this difficult time.

Keith took a chance on me in 1996, hiring me as a new teacher at Mead Middle.  After a rough first year, I remember him assuring me that all of the students I was struggling with would eventually grow up to be "tax paying, responsible citizens."

He was practical, supportive, and a good example of a leader.  He will be missed.  I pray for comfort and strength for his family.

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Keith L. Carmichael

26 junio, 1941 – 4 diciembre, 2023

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