“Spence,” as he was known to all of us at the YMCA, lost his valiant fight
against cancer this morning. The last time I saw him was the Saturday before
Christmas. He was doing what he loved and what he did just about every day -- working
out. I know we exchanged pleasantries yet I’m sitting here trying to remember
if I had wished him a Merry Christmas before I left. I don’t think I did,
probably because I assumed I’d see him again before the holiday. Sadly, that would be
the last time I would see Spence alive.
I knew his cancer had returned and that he was undergoing treatments
since just before the start of summer. From what I understand, the past
couple of months had been filled with ups and downs, yet recently he had been at
the gym pretty steadily. I think we were all feeling more hopeful that he
would find himself in remission once again.
When I saw him on Saturday, he was in good spirits, had a smile for
absolutely everyone and was working the elliptical like a man who didn’t have
an illness at all. I think that’s why his death has come as such a surprise.
Everyone at the Y had immense admiration for him and for
the courageous way he fought to beat the disease that had been ravaging his
body.
Spence, you had the strength of a lion and the gentleness of a lamb. You
were a good man -- you were admired -- you were loved -- and you will be
missed. Rest in peace, friend.
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI have a quick question about your blog, would you mind emailing me when you get a chance?
Thanks,
Cameron