This is hard as hell to hear and accept this morning.
I'll add my maudlin thoughts also with forever_town. One of best college friend's father passed away a week ago this morning after battling cancer for eight months. No, it doesn't have anything to do with breast cancer or sports. I knew there was no way I was going to miss attending the service because my buddy was an only son and lost his mom to the same thing before he graduated from high school. Outside of his family and his step-siblings (his mom was married before and had three older kids), we were his "family" in college: six guys in a dorm being, well, college guys.
The look on his face when another buddy of ours, his parents, and I being there gave him hope that as he said goodbye to his dad, he still had an extended family to be there for him at anytime. I never knew his dad, but over the last 14 years since college, his dad was part of our circle of friends because his dad was always part of the conversation, with stories, ideas, advice, and mannerisms.
This morning, as I try to celebrate, with everyone else, Kay's accomplishments, it doesn't make it any easier than to lose her today. She has beaten it for nearly 25+ years, and guess what, cancer may claim one or a few, it will never defeat the spirit, the support, and fight that survivors have on their side.
Kay, you lived your life and never slowed down. That's the best life lesson we can ever be taught. I learned that on Wednesday at the funeral I attended, and I learned it again as I write this. I have type II diabetes, and damn it, this gives me more energy to fight like hell and keep living.