She was 44. She died of lung cancer. She was a non-smoker.
It’s sad.
Tuned the TV to CNN this morning, heard about it then. Very, very sad, considering how much energy and time went for her husband. Wish she had more time for herself and her son. 
I had a great deal of respect for her and her husband.
I am sad of hear that she has gone.
Perhaps, in some way, she and her husband are together again.
–James
“From too much love of living, from hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving, whatever gods may be,
That no life lives forever,
That dead men rise up never,
That even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea.”
–Swinburne
I know. I feel bad for the kid. I’m sure he has strong relatives to step in, but it’s gotta be tough. This hits me in an interesting way, because she was my age, had just seen her husband through to his death, and then she succumbs to this rogue cancer. I have a spouse with some health issues, but I feel that I’m launching a new part of my life in which I’ll have to take my vocation a bit more seriously and kick it into a money-paying echelon…but there you go. 44 is an age at which people can die too. She just did.
Dana’s death and that of her contemporary, baseball player Kirby Puckett, about the same age, have me thinking about my own life and inevitable death. Like Em, these famous people, are both about my age. It is sobering.
Death is not defeat.
I was very surprised to read this news yesterday.