We've lost a lot musically in the past year. BB King's gone, Lemmy's gone, and David Bowie's gone.
Why couldn't it have been Birdman, R. Kelly, and Gary Glitte?
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On a tangent, an old Professor friend of mine passed last week.
He was in his 90s, and went so fast that by the time I found out he was facing the end, he wasn't even well enough to have a phone conversation and I couldn't afford the flight to visit. I loved him, and I'll always wish it were different.
But I realized no matter how old a loved one gets, you always want one more conversation. You always want one more round of drinks. You always want one more story and one more joke. But that's not for you to decide.
All you can have is the knowledge that there's nothing left unfinished between you and the departed. This doesn't mean the passing of a loved one won't be sad, but it does let you know you can feel peace again when it finally comes.