I’ve
been writing this post for about a week. I believe everyone has now moved on to
the super bowl excitement and more importantly the half time show! But in all
reality, I am still in a state of shock and sadness. A celebrity death is always sad but distant
to my personal feelings or life. However, the death of Kobe Bryant seemed a lot
more personal. I was born and raised in Los Angeles, so Kobe Bryant was a local
celebrity to me. He was a celebrity that brought our city so much pride. While
I’ve never met Kobe, I saw him play in all his glory for many years. I am a
Lakers fan. I am a Kobe fan. So, when the news of his death broke, I was in
disbelief. I was heartbroken. How could this be? How is this fair? How is this
possible? These are just some of the thoughts that were running through my mind
while I tried to hold back the tears.
As
the days went by, I struggled more and more to keep in the tears. I was in a
constant state of having knot in my throat with the tears ready to come pouring
down at any point. I felt a little silly and maybe even a little embarrassed to
cry over a celebrity death. It was someone that I did not personally know, why
should I feel so bad? As the week went on, I eventually had to let it out and I
did. I was driving home from work listening to the radio and of course all the
stations were talking about him and I finally let it all out. I cried and cried,
and you know what? It felt good. Sometimes a good cry is just what you need.
I
realized why his death affected me so much. I realized he was genuine hard
worker at his craft, he was a dedicated father, he was a loving husband and he
was a true role model. He had an entire chapter of his life left. We were robbed
from a chapter of his life we will never know. We will never what lengths he
would have reached. Regardless of his
celebrity status he was human, and he did so much for Los Angeles and for that
I don’t feel any regrets for feeling the way I do.
Our
city is heartbroken and will never forget the legacy he leaves behind. This
past Saturday we went to pay our respects at the Staples Center, the house that
Kobe built. These photographs are from our visit.
