Keith Harmon, of Blue Springs, Missouri (originally Independence), made a very peaceful  transition on April 17, 2025.

To say Keith Harmon was a paradox would be an understatement. He was a career railroad guy who decorated his living room with pink and purple beach umbrellas. He was an absolute confirmed bachelor, until he wasn’t at age 50 when he married the love of his life, Carla. He drove a big loud truck… and used it to take a little girl he happened to meet at a restaurant to her series of chemo appointments when her mom explained she didn’t have transportation.

That was just like him. He had an incredible soft spot and total lack of judgement for those who were going through tough times, and would do anything for them. You wouldn’t pick him for a church-going type… but then occasionally there he was, soaking in whatever message the pastor had for him. When he was in physical therapy, he handed out little packets to staff and fellow patients he’d put together that had a tiny Jesus figurine and chocolate.

His two granddaughters will miss all of the attention and gifts he showered on them, his friends will miss the stories of wild times they had when they were younger, his family will miss the get togethers he hosted, and the little surprises he’d share, like disco toilet lights and dancing dashboard hula girls. Carla, who also died of cancer much too early, will be thrilled to have the love of her life and her partner in crime back by her side, as will his Mom and Dad, Dusty and June, and his sister Debbie.

A small graveside ceremony is planned for immediate family, and a celebration of life (and we do mean celebration; Keith wouldn’t have it any other way) will be announced at a later date.

Keith is survived by his son Kalab and his partner Sara, grandchildren Amelia and Charlotte, brothers and their spouses Brent, Nancy, Kevin and Cindy, and brother-in-law Bob and his partner Catherine, along with nephews Harrison, Will and Ian. He also leaves behind a large, loving extended family, lifelong friends from high school, railroad buddies, and all of those he touched with his generosity, his spontaneous spirit, and his love of a good pool party.

As Keith would always end his phone calls, “Here we go.”