"Not okay". That about sums up how I went through the work day with the news of David Bowie's passing on my mind. I must have gone through every stage of grief over the span of 12 hours. Albeit, I'm handling the acceptance part with some reluctance.
I can only ask "why?"
He was one of my greatest heroes. He's already immortalized himself a hundred times over in a way that he can never truly die. But it was the fact he left the world so suddenly that was the hardest blow.
I could talk at length about his impact on the world and what an inspiration he was to me, but I'll sum it up instead:
Bowie continued to do what he loved until the end. His was a celebration of life, not the fear of death.
You're among the stars now, Ziggy. We'll miss you down on Earth, even if you weren't completely down here to begin with.
Listening to: 20 hours worth of Bowie songs.