I haven't been blogging about all the "celebrity" deaths, because I don't blog about "celebrities" and because, well, there is so much of it I tend to pull away from it. It's just not my thing. Then yesterday I'm watching the news and see that Billy Mays died. I think I was just as shocked about his death as I was with Michael Jackson's death....yes, MJ is a much bigger than life icon, but all the same . . .
I turned the channel every time Billy Mays came on - or I'd "mute" the button, but it was always with a bit of a wink and a grin. And, well . . . I feel sadness at his death. Young, verile, strong looking Billy Mays. Younger than me by two years. Healthy looking . . . at the top of his game. *sigh*
I used to write these "letter to" days on Wednesdays on my old MSN blog. I wrote one to Mays- it was all in fun, as those letters were. I was reading it last night . . . just made me feel more sad. The wink and laugh, and now . . .
Well, now I wish I could hear that big loud voice again. Damn. What a world; what a world. It's not that I can grieve over these "celebrities" as a friend or lover or family member, for I do not and cannot and do not pretend that I ever could- I have lost my own and losing your own is a feeling all its own, a feeling that is uniquely YOURS when you lose one of your own; no, I do not feel that kind of grief or sadness . . . the sadness comes from people who are removed from us, yet so very There in our lives. We see their faces, hear their voices, come to know only a part of who they are: their personifications. We do not know these people, not really. Yet, we can mourn for how they make us feel, or what they represent, or as a part of an era or time in our lives.
Ah well. What a few weeks this has been, eh?