I’m not a huge basketball fan, nor was I ever a huge Kobe fan, although I certainly respected his greatness. But his death rattles me to the core. Both a basketball and global icon. A husband and father of four girls, one of whom was taken with him. A mere 41 years old. I’m gut-wrenched in so many ways. His age. His invincibility. Knowing that he won’t be there in 50 years court side at a Lakers game as the crowd salutes the 90-year old Laker legend.
It’s truly one of those “where we’re you” moments. I’ve had that with Michael Jackson. Robin Williams. As a Torontonian and Jays fan, Roy Halladay. But this...this to me is just like how I felt watching when Princess Diana passed away. I’ll still feel choked 20+ years later. No personal or emotional attachment, but captivated with all the detailings of their untimely death. Emotionally rocked, left in tears seeing videos and hearing people speak of them.
People you expect to literally live forever, yet taken tragically far too soon. It’s shocking. Surreal. And something you’ll never be able to come to grips with.