This morning I feel just a bit embarrassed and ashamed. A little sad, too.
Last night, after writing a blog post in which I made fun of my mechanical ineptitude and complained just a bit about my old truck, I learned that Jane McFate had lost her long struggle with cancer. It really puts things in perspective.
Jane, who was 54 and so full of life, had been ill for some time. She died around 7:30 p.m. on Monday, Aug. 6, 2012. This would have been around the time her friends in the Melon City Bike Club were finishing their weekly ride and gathering at Missipi Brewing Co. for 99-cent burgers and beers.
The bike club is how I met Jane, along with many members of her extended family. They include her sister, Diana Tank, and her family; her brother, Pat Cooney and his family; her husband, Pat McFate, and their family; her cousins, Al and Dave Cooney, and their families.
Jane was a Cooney and it’s nearly impossible to live in Muscatine without knowing at least one Cooney. And as sad as her passing is for all of them, I can only imagine the celebration her family will throw to remember her life.
It would be difficult to know anyone nicer than Jane. I believe she is in a better place and in no more pain and all of that. But she will be missed here by her many family members and friends.
