Lately I have been aware of three passings, probably only one of which most of the folks who visit my blog are aware of.
That one would be Paul Newman. He was born and raised in Northeast Ohio, Shaker Heights to be exact. I like millions, enjoyed his movies, and the movie screen was the closest to ever meeting this giant of entertainment. Of course Paul Newman lost his battle with cancer at age 83.
The second of which was a long time radio personality, legendary in my home area. His name was Chris Quinn, "The Mighty Quinn." Chris participated in some of the radio forums I also commented on, using the name "discjacquee." He had worked with others from those boards, who also check in here every so often. I never met Chris, but we did have email contact. He gave me every impression that he was a gentleman. Others on the forums say that he was a pro in every sense of the word and a legend in the industry. Chris died as a result of congestive heart failure and was 59.
The third was a friend and a coworker. Jim was one of the original employees of the company where I work. He taught me some of the things of a job I had when I was a somewhat new employee, and always laughed at my jokes. He was a friend to many there and will be missed. Jim had lung cancer and hadn't been to work in months, but the place still feels a bit empty today. Jim was 58.
I lost my father and my brother to congestive heart failure. I lost my older sister and my favorite aunt to cancer. Outside of my brother, the others passed away years ago. There are times I just wish there would be a cure for cancer discovered where you would take one pill and it's gone. But that is just selfish thinking on my part. The human side of me can't understand why people suffer. The Christian in me knows that after I suffer, there's something better awaiting me.
There's still an empty part of me today.