Here is a version of Robert N. Test's poem in memory of Keith;
"Give my eyes to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every nerve and fiber in my body, and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, some day, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat, and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked I will live forever."