Keith M. Sherman was born a traveler on April 16, 1955 in Grosse Ile, MI. His earthly journey ended in Cayucos, CA where he died of colon cancer on April 29, 2015 at age 60.

The son of a career navy man Keith grew up with his family in several states and attended numerous schools. After graduating from Santa Clara High School in 1973 he moved to Monterey and then Santa Cruz; he was in that area for several years. You may have seen him at Deetjen’s Big Sur Inn where he waited tables in the restaurant. And later you may have seen him at Scribner’s Book Store in New York City or in Boston at Harvard Square Books. But that was just the beginning - his love of music and the arts took him to Europe: first Rome, then England and Scotland where he taught children at the Ark School. He was also in Ireland a time or two.

But Keith’s journey was different from others’ journeys. It was not about the destination, not about a goal. It was always about the moments to be appreciated, places to be experienced and lasting friendships to be made along the way. It was about the “view” and not about worldly possessions.

Travel throughout Europe led to the exhilarating art scene in West Berlin, before the wall came down. He painted murals in clubs, played music in cafes. He made trips to the ancient ruins in Turkey, the pyramids in Egypt and then - why not go to Israel and work in a kibbutz, or host tours through ancient Jerusalem sites.

Keith was a traveler in more ways than one. He did not just travel with his feet he traveled with his mind. He was very well read, knew a lot about music and the arts, studied ancient civilizations, learned the places he visited. He was a musician, artist, writer and an adventurous cook. Australia was his choice in the 90s. New friends led him to involvement in theatre production and backdrop painting. He also worked as a cook at an ecoresort in Victoria.

Keith returned to California in 1999 when his brother Glenn died, and lived in Los Angeles for awhile. There he became involved in screenplay writing and video production. A small cabin with sweeping mountain views in the desert outside Twentynine Palms, CA became his first permanent home. Lately he had divided his time between the Southern California desert and the Northern California mountains, in the Mount Shasta area.

Good friends describe Keith as a master of living in the moment; a joy to talk to about practically anything … a gentle spirit, a classy guy, a dear friend … a vagabond stepping lightly on the land. Many international friendships made him a wealthy spirit who contributed so much to so many. As might be expected he died with an ocean view, siblings at his bedside and friends in his heart.

Keith is survived by his father, Harold “Hal” Sherman, a longtime Oxnard, CA resident; sister Beth De George (and husband Gary) of Springfield, OR; brother Mark Sherman of Los Angeles; and many aunts, uncles and cousins throughout the US. Keith never married and has no children.

He was predeceased by his mother Margaret “Peggy” Sherman and brother Glenn Sherman.

As he requested, Keith was cremated and his ashes will be scattered by the family in the Big Sur area. In lieu of flowers or other gifts please make donations in Keith’s name to the Arts Department at Santa Clara Elementary School, Oxnard, CA.

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HOPI Prayer

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 glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush of

singing birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die.