My enduring visual memory of Uncle Keith was his wonderful eye crinkling smile. When the moment reached that smile tipping point his eyelids would be forced closed by the power of his smile muscles and anyone within his sphere of influence were completely overtaken by the power of that smile - it brings some tears now. His counsel, when given, was always worth listening too and I am sure it was very influential. I'm sure I caused a few grey hairs with the antics that Greg and I got up to in our 'edge pushing' years. Thankyou for being part of my life and a great friend to my mum. You probably now know all the secrets and are sitting down to a great cup of tea with her in the universal lounge room about to read another great book. Put a good word in for me...