Best thing about art isn’t how good you are. It’s getting what’s in your head out of it. [He says, with a small grin on his face. When words weren’t enough art gave him a voice. No one else heard it for a long time. But that had been okay. He could voice all the things he couldn’t manage to put to words.

That was often. Keith leads her across the bridge towards the cottage. Things will be okay some how. They just have to put one foot ahead of the other and keep moving.]

...you know I didn’t really appreciate cooking until I met my friend Hunk. He says cooking and food bring people together. I think part of why we began to gather was we all liked his food and his kindness.