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My friend dropped dead of an aneurysm. She was 33.
A coworker of mine just passed from pancreatic cancer. He was 34.
"Natural causes" absolutely can happen to a younger person. Sometimes Nature just deals you a bad hand.
My friend dropped dead of an aneurysm. She was 33.
By Chris Bandura - Sabres PR (@cbandura)
Late Sunday morning, I was checking Twitter before lunch and saw a post from TVA Reporter Renaud Lavoie that stopped me in my tracks. “It is with sadness that I just learned of the passing of Steve Montador.â€
I stopped right there.
I was speechless. I immediately told my wife. She had devastated look on her face. She told me Steve had just updated a Facebook picture a day or so before on his page. I called one of our former players and teammates of Steve to see if they had heard the story. Word had spread quickly and I started to receive messages to see if I knew anything.
My mind immediately flashed back to July 1, 2009. We had just announced that Steve had signed with our club as a free agent. I remember calling him on the phone to introduce myself and welcome him to the team. I vividly remember at the end of our conversation him saying, “I’ll tell you this right off the hop man: I’m going to ask you for a lot of stuff, but I’ll always be there when you need me for anything. Deal? Thanks brother, see you in a few weeks.†I remember thinking, ‘oh wonderful!’
Sure enough, about two weeks before training camp, I went into the practice rink where a bunch of the players were skating getting ready for the season. I walked into the locker room to say hi to a few players and this guy come up to me with floppy, messy hair, scruffy face and tattoos on his chest and arms. He put his arm around my shoulders and said, “Chris, I’m Steve. We need to talk.â€
Steve went on to tell me in great detail about a few charities he was working with over the summer that needed some help with. This would be the first of many “talks†we would have. “Talks†would mean that he need something for this person or “I gave your number to this guy or girl that is going to call you.†It was all to help others and it never bothered me. When Steve would talk about a charity like Right to Play or just going to visit a hospital, he would get that look in his eye and that smirk on his face.
I met Steve Montador sometime in early 2000’s around the Salt Lake 2002 Olympics. He was playing for the Calgary Flames, dating a very good friend of mine, and was a teammate of Marty Gelinas. Marty was my training partner at the time and we used to train under James Gattinger at a gym in Father Bauer Arena in Calgary. I will never forget the first day I met Monty, he walked into the gym with two different coloured black dress socks on and appeared like he had a pretty good time the night before.
After Marty and Gatts proceeded to give him a hard time about his less than cool gym attire, it was time to train. Monty was raw, a big guy and super strong. I remember that day he easily benched over 300 pounds several times. What struck me most however, was his gap toothed smile and his easy going and kind personality. To me at the time he seemed like a boy in a man’s body. He had an innocence about him that was endearing.
@EricFrancis: Exclusive: Steve Montador would have become a father yesterday. Mother of his child gave birth to boy 4 days too late http://t.co/GYdOQW8VHu
As if a horribly sad situation couldn't get even sadder.
@EricFrancis: Exclusive: Steve Montador would have become a father yesterday. Mother of his child gave birth to boy 4 days too late http://t.co/GYdOQW8VHu
As if a horribly sad situation couldn't get even sadder.