Can you imagine what it takes to release a statement like this?
“It is with profound sadness that I share with you that my continued battle with esophageal cancer is coming to an end. With the continued love and support of my wife, Nita, I have exhausted all options with respect to controlling this awful disease. My illness has progressed beyond my doctors’ expectation of cure.
I have spent the past decade of my life promoting hospice care and educating people on its benefits. I am very comfortable taking this next step and experiencing the compassionate care that hospice provides.
I am comforted by the fact that I am surrounded by my family and friends. I thank you for the outpouring of concern, prayers and encouragement that you have shown me. I look forward to spending my final days in comfort and peace with Nita by my side.”
That statement was released Friday by baseball Hall of Famer Harmon Killebrew. Red Sox fans will always remember “Killer” as a most formidable opponent, especially in 1967, the year of the Impossible Dream.
The Twins were the only team that could keep the Sox from winning the AL pennant that year. They didn’t.
Killebrew was power personified at the plate, a sawed-off Paul Bunyan swinging a Louisville Slugger instead of an axe. He struck fear into the hearts of Boston fans, who admired him then.
And now we admire him more.