A month ago, around this time, my husband called me while he was on his way to work and told me David Bowie had died.
I was in shock.
I never called myself a Bowie fan, I loved a lot of his music. Mostly, I loved him for who he was.
He was weird and he was wise and he was oh so wonderful. His artist self never failed to touch my soul.
As a contrast, I have done all I could to keep myself from being noticed throughout most of my life.
Now I am finally releasing myself from that “being normal”-stint I know how weird I am. And I love it.
I am forever grateful for David Bowie’s legacy, and I know the world is bleaker without him.