I went to bed last night, glanced at Facebook one last time on my tablet, and saw what appeared to be some disturbing news about one of my Facebook friends.
Facebook has been the tool that has allowed me to keep up with his fight against cancer. The news said he had entered hospice, and prayers were needed.
I got into work this morning, logged on, and saw a flood of tributes and pictures.
Keith Beck had passed away. Not even 60 yet. Just doesn't seem fair.
I go way back with Keith in my time that I served as the radio play-by-play voice for the University of Findlay Oilers football and basketball teams.
He was one of the athletic trainers for the university teams. When we would travel, we would sometimes room together, often eat together, and even hang around while the teams practiced before a game.
As I got to know him over the years, I knew every time I was going to see him or go on another road trip, I was going to laugh at some point.
Keith had strong political opinions, but he could laugh and joke around with the best of them, too.
We kept in touch even when we were both done with our time at UF.
I remember the 3 or 4 times we met up for lunch, he always paid.
He's on the right in the pic I posted with this tribute, along with another UF friend of mine who we lost several years ago, Dave Faiella.
I refuse to believe that cancer has "won" another battle. Cancer, a disease, can't win, can't have feelings.
Humans win, and cancer can't touch their feelings.
From 2 Timothy 4:7- "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith."
Thanks for the memories, laughs, and good times, Keith. And as I usually say when a close friend or loved one passes on, save us a space, since we'll be tired and weary when our time is done, too.