On Saturday, I awakened to the news that Tony Snow, after a valiant fight with colon cancer, had died. I have been an admirer of this man since he left in the middle of a radio show he was guest hosting because his wife was having a pregnancy related problem. His family came before his career.
There are few people in the worlds of politics and media who I personally believe to be of high moral fiber; to have integrity, honesty and loyalty. Tony was at the top of that list. All the stories I am hearing recounted of him paint the picture of man who smiled a genuine smile most of the time and made sure his career wouldn’t interfere with his family, whom he protected from the spotlight. If a fan spoke to him on the street, he had a real conversation with them asking about their life and showing true interest. One woman said he actually kept up with her and her cancer fight in her small town in Ohio!
He was candid about his cancer and would not let it turn his life into a "pity party." He was not afraid of death though he loved life (click here for an article he wrote about cancer’s unexpected blessings).
I must admit to you that, by the time I went to bed Saturday night, I had tears running down my face from the pain of his passing. I pray for comfort for his wife, Jill, and their three children. May the faith that sustained him sustain them as well.
blessings to all, g
A big thank you to Deb who reminded me of the passing of Bobby Murcer the same day as Tony Snow died. Bobby was an outstanding baseball player for the New York Yankees in the sixties and seventies. He is the only player to have played with both Mickey Mantle and Don Mattingly. He, too, was a man of integrity.
Born and raised in Oklahoma he was married to his high school sweetheart for 37 years. Bobby and his bride were seen holding hands throughout their marriage.
After serving in the army during the Viet Nam years, he returned to baseball stronger and more disciplined. He was traded twice before being brought back to his beloved Yankees.
From the field to the broadcast booth to the front office and back to the broadcast booth, Bobby was a hard worker and kind to all. He never passed anyone at the stadium without saying hello. On broadcast days, he arrived three hours before taping the pregame show to check on the rosters and familiarize himself with all that was going on.
He was my favorite Yankee broadcaster. I agree with ‘rett; I hate cancer.