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Kaye Cowher, wife of former Steelers coach, dies of cancer


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Friday, July 23, 2010

By Ed Bouchette, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

Kaye Cowher, the wife of former Steelers football coach Bill Cowher, died today in her native North Carolina after losing a battle with skin cancer. She was 54.

The Cowhers moved to Raleigh, N.C., during Mr. Cowher's final season coaching the Steelers, 2006, and continued to make it their home. Mr. Cowher resigned after the 2006 season, his 15th as Steelers head coach.

The Cowhers met when they were classmates at North Carolina State University in 1976. Mr. Cowher was on the football team and Mrs. Cowher, the former Kaye Young, and her twin sister, Faye, played basketball on full scholarships.

The Cowhers have three daughters, Megan, Lauren, and Lindsay, all of whom have been standout basketball players. The oldest two, Meagan and Lauren, played together at Princeton University.

The family has requested privacy and has released no information on Mrs. Cowher's death. Services will be held in North Carolina on Monday.

Read more: http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10204/1075087-100.stm#ixzz0uZXjvJt2

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wow, thats got to be tough.

there is a couple that i have been friends with for a long time and the wife has been dealing with cancer for 12 years or so. she was just told a couple weeks ago that she only has like three months to live and that there is nothing that can be done for her except try to make her comfortable. she is kind of relieved and is letting go but the husband is going through hell right now. i just saw him this evening actually. i imagine that it's the same for cowher. thoughts and prayers definitely go out to that family.

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The hills are shadows, and they flow

From form to form, and nothing stands;

They melt like mist, the solid lands,

Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

But in my spirit will I dwell,

And dream my dream, and hold it true;

For though my lips may breathe adieu,

I cannot think the thing farewell.

--Alfred Tennyson

RIP

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