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Dear friends,

I’m fascinated by the public reaction to celebrity deaths.  While some people might not care, reasoning that these people did not touch their own lives in a meaningful way, many of us mourn the loss of a public figure – whether a performer like Aretha Franklin, or a politician like John McCain.

Why do we care?

First, I think it’s because “no man is an island.”  We live in community with others, and we consider these people a part of our human community.  We sense that our community has been diminished by the loss of their participation in it.

Secondly, I think we care because of what these people mean to us on a personal level.

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I never met Annette Funicello, but she was a part of my life from the day I was born.  I was named after her.  When I was growing up, she was a wholesome role model for teen girls (and the object of many boys’ crushes).  I was saddened when I learned she had developed multiple sclerosis, and I’ll never forget the day I learned that she died.

I was at work.  And I sat at my desk and cried, because I felt a personal loss.

My grief wasn’t really for a stranger, but rather, for the part of myself that I seemed to be losing.  I felt like I lost a connection to my childhood that day, an association that kept me innocent.  I wasn’t grieving for her, so much as for what she had meant to me.

Surely it’s the same for many of us.  When we feel bereft at the loss of a public figure, then ask ourselves why, perhaps this is the answer – it’s everyone’s loss, and we mourn what they meant to us.

And there’s nothing wrong with that.  It’s another way of acknowledging the connections between and among us.

Blessings,

Annette

 

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