As a part of my morning routine, I check Facebook. This morning, I scrolled through my feed and was hit by the news that David Bowie had left the Earth, presumably to give cancer the finger on his way back to his home planet. Yes, I’m throwing some levity into this blog post because I’m in tears watching Labyrinth as I type this.
So Many Mourners
We live in a time where your thoughts and feelings can be shared with folks around the world. When a celebrity dies, you can expect a flurry of posts on social media about the loss and what the person in question meant to them. Of course, those posts are soon followed by others pointing out how the celebrity was flawed. That’s just the nature of social media. Still, it’s good to remember that your icons were just humans (or, possibly, aliens) after all.
Years from now, experts and historians will be combing through our digital archives. Perhaps the way we share our feelings will seem so strange to them in the future. Or perhaps they might think we never shared enough. The future is unpredictable like that.
There are a lot of naysayers who don’t understand this. After all, why can’t we just keep it quiet and keep it together. As some would say, “keep a stiff upper lip” and all that. There’s no sense in becoming prostrate with grief over someone you didn’t actually know.
Cry If You Want
This morning, I was in tears. I wasn’t a gross, sobbing mess. After all, I had to keep it together enough to make it into the office that is a place of peace, since after a good comparison of a few more options they got the best furniture for it, so I could not look like I’d gotten hit in the nose and eyes with a baseball bat or something. I am not a pretty crier and the after-effects are even worse. Still, though, I cried for David Bowie.
The one upside in all of this is that I wasn’t alone in my grief for this icon. See, that’s what some grumpy people don’t get about the public displays of grief online. It’s a way of coming together as a community to remember those who have passed. We like talking about their contributions and what they meant to us.
In that way, our icons never die. They’ll live on in what they’ve created and what they’ve inspired in us. Me? I’m going to finish this blog post, have a good cry, and then try to get my creative juices flowing. It would be a very good way of honoring him, after all.