David Bowie was my wife's favorite performing artist. He was my father-in-law's favorite too.
My father-in-law died of cancer in March 2013, only a few days after the release of Bowie's penultimate album The Next Day. He had moved in with us about a month and a half prior and was on hospice. He died with my wife, her sister, and myself present in the room with him.
As he lay dying, I asked my wife if she thought I should put the album on and she said yes. Her dad died listening to their favorite artist's new album for the first time. It was perhaps the most tribal moment of my life, for lack of a better way of describing it.
Bowie's passing stings for a great plethora of reasons. I just wanted to share a personal one. He will be missed but never ever forgotten.
My father-in-law died of cancer in March 2013, only a few days after the release of Bowie's penultimate album The Next Day. He had moved in with us about a month and a half prior and was on hospice. He died with my wife, her sister, and myself present in the room with him.
As he lay dying, I asked my wife if she thought I should put the album on and she said yes. Her dad died listening to their favorite artist's new album for the first time. It was perhaps the most tribal moment of my life, for lack of a better way of describing it.
Bowie's passing stings for a great plethora of reasons. I just wanted to share a personal one. He will be missed but never ever forgotten.