He was only 25.
Healthy, workaholic.
He loved to sing, dance, travel.
Keith had Asperger’s.
He didn’t let it define him.
1 month in the ICU.
Ventilator, ECMO and a trail of destruction.
Covid took my son’s life.
He really did squish a ton of memories into almost 26 years.
He wasn’t just a covid statistic. He IS my son.
He is missed.
His 5 siblings left without a brother and the world robbed of such a vibrant soul.

I miss when my dad’s eyes meet mine in a moment when we are both thinking the same thing. Then we laugh out loud.

He was my beautiful sacrificial husband, a beautiful soul, and love of my life. Everyone loved him.

He enjoyed Star Wars, fantasy fiction, D&D, and we made our home our sanctuary. Steve loved Jesus and had an incredible devotion to Him and the Blessed Mother. We prayed together, went on walks, frequented the zoo (his favorite was the female Polar Bear), loved adventures, and deeply loved each other.

I miss his soft kisses, his comforting hugs, unconditional love, calling him my “Handsome Cabana Boy” every morning when he brought me coffee in bed, his sweet voice singing in Church, and how he adored me.

I miss everything about him. I was very blessed.

December 9th 1967 Michael Anthony Garner was born on a Saturday night;
no one would have guessed that he would have a short flight.

He loved sports and laughter the most,
but friendship is where he was the best host.

When he was at DeMatha Catholic High School is when he met the love of his life,
& Sherry Lee Gibson after 10 years became his soulmate and devoted wife.

He connected to everyone and never met a stranger,
he was a Prince George’s County police officer and kept people from danger.

Shannon and Darcy are the names of his twins, he always wanted
The Washington Football team and the Raiders to get the most wins.

In 2015 for the second time Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma became his cancer,
but it appeared that his treatment was not the best answer.

He was taking maintenance chemotherapy when he told me he didn’t feel well,
so he caught covid and went through living hell.

He fought hard for 53 days,
half at home and half at two hospital stays.

Although if he had made it, he would have been a shell of a man,
the damage this evil had done caused him to grow his wingspan.

He is now free of pain and sorrow,
but he will only be a dream in everybody’s tomorrow.

God Rest Your Soul “Lanky Moose”, you sure were one silly goose.

I miss his warm smile . . . his infectious laugh . . . he lit up a room when he entered it. His favorite group was Earth, Wind & Fire. He was a foodie. He enjoyed his home team, the Washington Commanders. He was a true man of God.