No one can claim immunity from the solemn drums of this past week's news... every network anchor has puffed up endlessly with praise for the fallen. Even so, no feeling person could flip merrily through the channels without pausing to reflect, however briefly, 0n the merits of respect and mortality.
But my natural humanity has fallen out of sync with mourning.
As each life has been dispatched according t0 its owner's fame, something's gone missing.
I had no more personal connection than you did, I would guess, to these sadly fallen figures. But I wish for them a more private memorial than Larry King can provide. In the few quiet hours of introspection most of our lives afford, I would like to think that some of us could shed a real, unrehearsed and genuine tear for those we truly mourn.
And then not tell a soul.