Last Thursday, Linda's cousin, Fred Costa, Jr., was laid to rest next to his mom in a cemetery on the west side of Cincinnati; he was 41. Fred was running in the NYC Marathon when he collapsed at mile marker 22. Ironically, or thankfully, there was a picture taken of him as he passed mile marker 20. His arms were raised, energizer bunny ears on his head and smile on his face. This was his tenth marathon and his first NYC. Fred was not a salesman in the traditional sense, but I would find out over a two week period that Fred did indeed sell.
Fred was a teacher by education and a marathoner by decision. When his mom, Gloria, fell into a coma several years prior, he decided to run for her, becoming a team member for the Leukemia "Team in Training' to fight cancer. As I was to learn, Fred was everywhere and everyone loved him, respected him and cared for him dearly. The Saturday after his collapse, the local Team in Training chapter held a fundraiser run in his honor. The run would be 4.2 miles; the 4.2 miles that Fred never got a chance to run in NYC. Obviously, he sold himself, his courage, his goals and his commitment to his other team members and members of his small community.
Fred received his masters at Xavier this year and planned to become a ‘sports' administrator. He loved sports and he wanted to get involved in the management of sporting events like the olympics, super bowls, conference championships, and running events. It didn't matter. He just wanted to be part of the sports world. In the meantime, he was a teacher at the Prince of Peace school located just outside Hyde Park here in Cincinnati. The day before his burial, the school gathered in his honor and children at the school read stories, poems and dedications about Coach Costa. Not a dry eye in the house I understand. Obviously, Coach Costa sold the kids on the idea that they could achieve what they deeply desired to achieve, what they were committed to and to what they would dedicate themselves.
As we would find out, some of his immediate family, as well as most of his extended family, had no idea the reach that Fred had in this community. At the run in his honor, somewhere between 200 and 250 people showed up to run. The event was covered and broadcast by local networks. At the viewing on Wednesday, you had to wait in line to get into the funeral home. The viewing lasted from 4:00 PM to 9:00 PM. , and on Thursday at church, it was standing room only. The words spoken by his sisters, one of his teammates in Team in Training, and the priest held the attendance spellbound and silent as they each talked about Fred's contribution to his nieces and nephews, the school and the running community. None of us had any idea.
For a guy that seemed to be introverted, uneasy in conversation, and seemingly going through life trying to find himself, he sold hundreds of us ,even in his passing, that we were in the midst of a wonderful man whose time on this earth ended way to soon. Fred, I wish I had known you better. God speed.