July 30, 2014 by sandwichcontrol
This post is gonna be weird.
Weirder than usual.
But first, I’d like to wish a very Happy Birthday to Gaybis. Be sure to wish her one as well.
On to the weirdness.
So, yesterday I learned that Margot Adler died on Monday. Who is Margot Adler?
She was one of the main correspondents in New York for National Public Radio (NPR). And she died of cancer at the age of 68. None of this is weird.
What is weird is my reaction to this news. I was fucking devastated. Seriously, tears in my eyes, had to pull the car over, devastated.
I didn’t know her. She was just one of the countless voices I heard coming out of my radio. The truth is, I can’t tell you why it struck me the way that it did.
The fact of the matter is that it did strike me. Right in my feelings. I feel like a dear friend of mine has died. I’m actually having trouble typing this because I’m tearing up.
I suppose it is the matter of, that without knowing it, I’d come to depend on her over the past 14 years. She was my subconscious voice of New York. And that voice has gone silent. Like a little part of me died with her. And for that part, I now grieve. Like teeth-gnashing, garment-rending, grieving. Like point the lit tip of my wand at the heavens grieving. One might say that I’m pretty fucked up over it. All for a woman that I didn’t actually know.
I was heartbroken when George Harrison died, but he was a Beatle. He was MY Beatle. But this woman, was something else entirely. She was just a lady who talked to me. On a regular basis. In her soothing voice. For nearly half of my life. I can’t explain it. It just happened. And I wanted to tell you about it.
I told you it was going to be a weird post.
If you want to here more about her, you can listen to NPR’s tribute to her.
Anyway, Margot, from one journalist to another, I’ll miss you.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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