When Keith was diagnosed with cancer, Darcee suggested we all grow our hair out and donate it. We were going to have a dramatic Kardashian-style haircutting day where we all donated together, but living across the globe/having different hair lengths didn't really allow us to do that.
Chels was the first to cut hers, followed by Darc, Darel, and today I cut mine.
(please ignore the pile of laundry that needs to be folded)
And even though Keith would have never needed my hair, it feels good to donate something towards cancer. It makes me feel a little bit brave, not nearly as brave as little Keithy, but anytime I can do something that reminds me of something he would do, I know I'm going in the right direction.
I love you, Keith!