Keith-Whittington-Obituary

Keith Allen Whittington

Houston, Texas

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KEITH ALLEN WHITTINGTON, passed away on Tuesday, September 13, 2005, at the age of 52. Father Charles Whittington and brother Ronnie Whittington precede him in death. He is survived by his beloved wife of 34 years, Betty; two daughters, Courtney and husband Mark Lawrence, and Ashley Whittington;...

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Betty- We are so sadden to hear of your loss. Our thoughts and prayers go out to you and the girls.

Betty - I cannot imagine what you are going through after all those happy years. My prayers are with you and your family in this trying time.

Love,
Kim Menchaca

I'm so sorry for your loss. Keith and I had great fun in high school. You could count on him and he was a true friend.
Paulette Tomlin Scott
Class of '71

I pray that God will heal your pain quickly and give you the steadfast assurance that Keith Allen is being held in our precious Heavely Fathers's loving
and powerful arms. Betty Lois, always remember how much you are loved. My family and myself are here for you, anytime. All you have to do is call.
love, Irene I. Boyd (your cousin)

May God bless you, friend. I will remember you always.

My prayers are with you through this great loss. God bless and keep you in this time of sorrow.
Bethany (Walker) Harrelson

Gosh, where to begin? Gary and I have spent countless hours reminiscencing about "old times." Keith was a huge part of those conversations. Gary and Keith were very close friends for years and spent lots of time hunting and fishing together. In fact, it seems the whole family was intermingled with ours at every turn. Our families all went to school with Keith and Betty for years. Sue worked with in-laws for years; Charlene was married to a cousin for a while; Courtney grew up with our...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my...

We were so sorry to hear of your loss. The thoughts of many are with you at this time of sorrow.