I remember a long-ago winter morning phone call. I was living in Halibut Cove. Winter population: 8.
My father had been in North Carolina while his mother was dying of congestive heart failure.
The phone rang.
“Hi, Pop. How are things there?” I asked and braced myself.
“Well, Honey, I’m an orphan…”
Pop was 50.
The past few months, Keith Olbermann has shared the last days of his father’s life with his audience. His bravery, passion and insistence about “Life Panels” have helped so many understand the truths about the state of health care in our country. I marvel at his ability to be cogent. Would I be able to do that were the day to come?
On the same day I signed my new radio contract I learned my mother’s cancer had returned and was “everywhere”. These last few months have been difficult. “Metastasize” is the most horrible word I’ve ever heard. My admiration for Keith’s ability to teach us the lessons forced upon him is immeasurable.
Today, Keith’s father passed away.
Theodore C. Olbermann, Rest In Peace.