Always pray, search for a cure for cancer

A few days ago, my father would have been 102. He died almost 30 years ago of pancreatic cancer.

Whenever I hear of someone suffering from that disease, my thoughts go first to the person who has been diagnosed and then inescapably back to my dad.

His death came quickly following his diagnosis, less than 10 days afterwards. He and I had just gone to Baton Rouge, La., for a football game between our Ole Miss and their LSU. Anyone who knows anything about college football knows that LSU