Imagine the shock I got Monday morning when I read about David Bowie’s death.
And guess what? I cried. Not only because I’m also 69 and fighting cancer and it brought up my own mortality as a reality, but I also thought about the impact, the liberating force that Bowie had on this gay guy growing up in Cuba.
Once I saw him in the United States, I realized the immensity of his talent, especially today when practically no one is so gifted. I’m really going to miss him.