I read that he had been cremated and that the toxicology reports were damning. His death was so definite, so absolute on paper.
Yet here he was, singing & dancing across my TV screen. He was so alive, so effervescent & tangible that I found it hard to believe he no longer existed. This life force in front of me had been condensed down into a box of ashes-to be scattered in the winds or set somewhere cool and quiet, I didn’t know. And though the part of him I knew was artificial, sent thru the wires in a collection of pixilated images, I felt the sadness of his loss nonetheless. I can watch him over & over, thru rewind and fast forward, yet the nostalgia slowly drifts in, like dust on the screen. For now I know that his face is a testament to something and someone which no longer exists and never will again.
Oh- so very heart aching and tragic : (