- Born on: August 11, 1957
- Departed on: November 10, 2024
- Resided in: Keystone , IA
Keven Lee Ralston
Keven Lee Ralston, 67, passed away on Sunday, November 10th at his farm home. There will be a celebration of life on Sunday, November 24th at Turner Hall in Keystone, IA from 11am-4pm. Come as you are.
Keven is survived by his wife, Macel; daughter Abigail; siblings Lu, Mark, Randy, and Shari; nieces, nephews, and cousins Corrine, Jen, Joe, Keely, Matthew, Melissa, and Tyson. Warmest sympathies also extend from family all around the country, including Andrew, Autumn, Cathy, Dena, Jamie, Kenny, Mel, Unity, and many others; farm kitties Anthony, Lois, Martin, Morris, and Roscoe; dozens of friendly farm possums and wild birds; and summer farm mainstay and honorary grandson Aaron.
Keven was a known adventurer and nomad, roadtripping and hitchhiking from the apple orchards of Washington, to the alleys of Chicago and NYC, to the islands of Key West. He was a talented gardener, adrenaline junkie, and prolific animal whisperer who never met a critter he couldn't try to love. He was never without a tune in his head or a song on the stereo. He was a quick-witted SOB, lightening fast with a jingle, nickname, or a fiery opinion, always shared loudly and unapologetically.
He is preceded in death by many beloved friends and family members, with whom we are sured he's sharing a lovely reunion. We miss them all deeply and dearly.
"It's been one hell of a party... PEACE."
Keven is survived by his wife, Macel; daughter Abigail; siblings Lu, Mark, Randy, and Shari; nieces, nephews, and cousins Corrine, Jen, Joe, Keely, Matthew, Melissa, and Tyson. Warmest sympathies also extend from family all around the country, including Andrew, Autumn, Cathy, Dena, Jamie, Kenny, Mel, Unity, and many others; farm kitties Anthony, Lois, Martin, Morris, and Roscoe; dozens of friendly farm possums and wild birds; and summer farm mainstay and honorary grandson Aaron.
Keven was a known adventurer and nomad, roadtripping and hitchhiking from the apple orchards of Washington, to the alleys of Chicago and NYC, to the islands of Key West. He was a talented gardener, adrenaline junkie, and prolific animal whisperer who never met a critter he couldn't try to love. He was never without a tune in his head or a song on the stereo. He was a quick-witted SOB, lightening fast with a jingle, nickname, or a fiery opinion, always shared loudly and unapologetically.
He is preceded in death by many beloved friends and family members, with whom we are sured he's sharing a lovely reunion. We miss them all deeply and dearly.
"It's been one hell of a party... PEACE."
