My brother, Raz, first coaching job was in Gibsonville, N. C. In fact, I remember it quite well. My brother is thirteen years older than me and I was in the 6th grade. I went to live with him for most of a school year. My Mom had gotten really sick and so it seemed to be the best option for me to be assured that I toe the mark and do what I needed to do. It was a good time, even if I did occasionally chafe under the discipline. But, while in Gibsonville, a youngster just a few years younger than me was already a budding athlete, Kay Yow. My Brother recognized early on, how super she was and in the parlance of today's speech, became her mentor. She died a few days ago. Kay having gone on to achieve all kinds of things in her sport, Olympic gold medal, successful coaching career;. But, maybe her greatest success was in living for over twenty years with breast cancer or the threat of it. She was in remission for well over half of her time. Good for her. Eventually, however, her fight was not enough. It took her.
It is almost impossible not to think of Rose; Rose never knew remission, living the life she had expected to have. From my perspective, Rose never expected any of the exotic things of life but to live a good one, somewhat the life American dream--house in the suburbs, picket fence, children. It didn't happen. However, Rose never gave up the fight, even as Kay Yow didn't.
It became "time" based on how one looks at it. I take comfort in a belief that Kay and Rose will meet up, compare a few notes, enjoy each's company. I'm hoping so anyway and it makes me smile. God bless Kay's family and all my fellow North Carolinians. I know my brother is heartbroken as it seems not long ago that he was speaking at the funeral for Kay's Dad. God bless them all.
Check out the airbornepress.com website for a tribute to Coach Yow.