I was extremely sad to hear of Halladay's passing. He is my favorite athlete of all time among Toronto based teams and arguably, my favorite athlete in all of sports. Not just for his exceptional talent, but his personality, demeanour, professionalism, and dedication - I never believed in having sports idols or having children look up to sports athletes as role models (as opposed to less celebrated and famous individuals in science, social causes, etc.), but all of those aformentioned traits exemplify what a quality individual he was and do make him someone worthy of others to admire and try to emulate. It's unfortunate that his life ended early the way that it did - as much as it's a red herring to discuss whether these circumstances were avoidable or not.
As I get older and experience the loss of loved ones, I always remember a proverb that I read a while back which really resonates with me. I'll try to paraphrase as I think it applies here - every man (or woman) dies thrice. His first death is when his body ceases to function. His second death is when his body is buried within the earth. His third and final death is when his name is spoken by others for the last time. As sad as I've been feeling since hearing of his death, I take some solace in that proverb - it gives a sense that even though he has physically passed, the fact is that he'll live on in both our individual and collective memories for generations to come.