Jan. 11th, 2016 05:44 pm
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It was the first word spoken this morning when I woke up, the first on my mind and the first out of my mouth. Of course, I meant it for the alarm that went off, because I had today off from work after working the weekend. I slid over the alarm on my phone, turned over on my side, and buried my face in the pillows while Gabe got ready for work.

"Sad day today," Gabe said, as he kissed me goodbye.

"Why?" I muttered.

"David Bowie died."

"No!" I exclaimed, not believing it to be true.

"Yes," he said gently, "I'm sure it will be all over your newsfeed whenever you wake up."

He left, but I couldn't go back to sleep. I opened up Facebook and started scrolling. It was true, and confirmed by Bowie's son. I had a hard time keeping my eyes from starting to tear. While I didn't know him personally, and I certainly didn't own all of his albums (but I do own quite a few), I haven't been this saddened over a celebrity death since Leonard Nimoy died, and John Spencer before that. This is the first, however, to move me to real tears.

I regret not being able to finish watching his most recent video, because it left me feeling completely unsettled when I did watch it. I regret seeing the notification in my mailbox that the Blackstar album was ready for download, and not following it. Blackstar: album 25. His opus, his coda, his pièce de résistance, his parting gift and farewell letter to his fans.

Today I am sad. Farewell, Thin White Duke, Jareth, Starman, Ziggy Stardust, Lazarus. I will see you someday at the castle, beyond the goblin city.

Ground control: out.
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