On the eve of the Stanley Cup Finals I have again been reminded as to how little it all matters.
I lost another friend today to cancer. Thomas was a guy that I talked hockey and illness with online for most of the last decade. A happy-go-lucky Tampa Bay Lightning fan, he always took things well - whether it be his sickness or the sick way the Bolts played. He fought several forms of cancer with chemo, radiation and surgery and made light of it, saying that 'at least it wasn't AIDS." Thomas had actually pitched the idea of heading over to Prague (in the comments) to root for our respective teams and I was looking forward to at the least grabbing beers with him in the Czech Republic.
He tried blogging but was too ill to keep updating it. As you can see from his MySpace page and another friend's tribute, he is already missed by a lot of people.
My sincerest condolences go out to his girlfriend and his family. As I had once been told, it is better to celebrate the life that was lived, rather than to mourn its passing. Tom, Thom*ASS*, idiot Tampa fan, Thomas Sutra ... RIP.