Credit to my friend Tamu Townsend for the original post, I've just modified and added to it a little.
The child in me is having a hard time right now because of Carrie Fisher.
The teenager is not doing so well because of Richard Adams.
And David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Leonard Cohen, and well, all the other artists whom I admired and whose work helped me through some dark times.
But you know what? A year didn't do this. You can't be sad about something lost if it did not at some point also give you great joy or revelation. The sadness will dissipate, though, and the joy or some part of it will likely survive and still be there.
Aren't we lucky that we grieve people who left a little something behind for us to contemplate, enjoy, discuss, and learn from?
Author Terry Pratchett wrote: "Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?" Art, music, literature, film -- that is the legacy that keeps these people alive in our hearts.