In the past week many deaths have been in the news. David Bowie shocked the world when he slipped away, only to be followed by Alan Rickman, Glenn Frey and Celine Dion’s husband Rene Angelil.
The sad passing of these people has made me only too aware of the power of grief. I have never met a single one of them, nor would I ever expect to and yet I feel a genuine sadness at the knowledge that they are no longer of this earth.
I have also been very aware of this being the case with others. Being part of the “Harry Potter generation” means that my social media was full of quotes and pictures of Alan Rickman’s portrayal of the dark, yet great Severus Snape after the news broke of his passing from cancer – at the same age and due to the same cause of David Bowie not a few days before him.
Grief is a funny thing. You can feel as though you’re rid of the beast only for it to pounce on you without a moment’s notice. There is something very uniting however about sharing this emotion with others, others of whom you may never have even met yet know exactly how you are feeling as it is mirrored in themselves.
It is a shame that in a seemingly separate world, the defining thing that unites a generation is grief. The loss of a character mirroring the loss of the child within you who read about that character every night before bed, and has seen the films over and over. The loss of a musician who taught you that being different was ok and whose music is loved by countless people of all ages.
It is glorious however that in the darkness of death, the light of a person will always shine through. We remember the fondness and memories that person gave us, possibly without even knowing they ever did and for that, we are forever grateful.