Betsy Reason, writing for the Indianapolis Star, has an article about the death of Tony Feller, a guy I knew in school. I didn’t know Tony well, but I did know him to be a very nice guy back in high school. By all accounts, that hadn’t changed in the past 20 years. His dad, as it happens, was an excellent teacher from whom I learned calculus and a lot about computers.
Tony died after a long battle with colon cancer. He and his wife, Crystal, kept a blog chronicling his fight. Donations to cover his treatment can be made through the Tony Feller Fund.
The blog makes for some sad reading, mainly because you know how it comes out in the end. But, for us all, it comes out the same in the end. That’s a tough part of life, but the important part is what we do with the time we have. It looks as though Tony made the most of life and did not succumb to despair. That’s about the most any of us can really ask for — though, obviously, more years on the planet would have been more fair.
The sad part, as always, is for the friends and family left to carry on without a loved one. Sympathy goes out, in particular, to Tony’s wife and children. Rest in peace, Tony.
Sorry to hear about this Doug. I still find it weird when I hear about high school classmates dying. For me, their all frozen in time as 17 and 18 year olds. Don’t see many of them anymore.
This made me think of my 25 year reunion. They had a “death table” – a table set up with pictures of classmates who had died with candles by them. I know they meant well, but I thought it was very gruesome.
I found this through twitter and it was very nicely written. I met Tony in Germany while my mom was there for her breast cancer. He was such an amazing guy and truely a fighter. I am very sad to hear that he passed away. I am also happy to hear that he lived every moment to the fullest. He gave me such good advice through his emails and it wasnt until right before he died that I realized he kept a blog. This article was amazing and it definetly has some words I needed to hear.
Sarah