Always.

Today is a sad day. This week has been a sad week. And because it's only the 14th of January, we can say that this year has been a bit of a sad year. I tend to go through a series of strange emotions when a famous person dies. I didn't know them. Not really. So I always feel like a slight imposter in being so affected by their death.

But then, I think to myself, that I did sort of know them. From a strange and filtered distance, I knew them and their life affected mine, so why shouldn't their death matter to me? Of course it matters to me. So, yeah, I'm going to shed a tear or two. I'm going to listen to Ziggy Stardust while I cook and I'm going to sing along at the top of my lungs. I'm going to watch Harry Potter movies all week and let myself focus a little more than usual on the greatness that is Professor Severus Snape.

And I am going to cry as if I knew them. As if they were my dear friends. I will cry as if we spent some real time together, because in a way, we did.

And I'm going to celebrate their lives by admiring in their work. I'm going to revel in it. I'm going to dance around. I'm going to be entranced by the fluidity of good vs evil. And I'm going to close my eyes and really sink into both of those voices (because my god, those voices...)

How lucky we are to have had these two great men. How lucky we are to have lived at the same time as each of them. How lucky we are that they chose to live their lives in a way that allowed us to know them in such a strange and beautiful way. And how lucky we are that we can continue to know and enjoy them. Always.