We woke up this morning, and I think the news hit both Doug and me harder than we expected: David Bowie had died at the age of 69. I think, in addition to Bowie being undeniably gifted, creative and iconic, it has struck us that this is the beginning of losing people who rose to their heights in our own lifetime--they belonged, so to speak, to our generation. There are others who have died whose incredible talents have been lost too early--Whitney Houston, Amy Winehouse, to name just a couple--but this dying of disease, of time playing out its song on the human body and winding to a close, well it serves as a reminder of the temporal nature of us all. And that's a melancholy song indeed.
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