The current thread about the death of actor John Mahoney made me think about the subject of this thread. I am not a big sports fan, or someone who gets super excited about most entertainers, so their passing might sadden me to see the loss of that talent to the world, but after a very short moment I just move on and likely do not ever think about them again. It meant little to nothing to me when Prince died, or Michael Jackson, or John Lennon or many others, and even less in my mind and heart if the death was due to personal indulgence with drugs or alcohol. But there was one singer whose death hit me as if the man were part of my family.
When Harry Chapin was killed in a car crash back in 1981, which was 37 years ago, I was stationed in Germany and still on active duty with the Army. I remember having to sit down when I heard the news on the radio. Harry was not just a singer, but a consummate story teller. His songs, mostly sad tales of loneliness and heartache, but a few of humor (even of the dark kind that I am fond of) hit home to me as no one before or since has done. To this day his biggest hit, "the Cat in the Cradle" makes me think deeply of my role as a father and grandfather and reminds me that time with the little ones is precious and cannot be recovered if missed.
So while some who died made me a bit sad; Steve McQueen comes to mind, mostly I have been indifferent to the passing of the rich and famous. For me, Harry Chapin was unique and different and I still miss him sorely to this day.
What about you?
When Harry Chapin was killed in a car crash back in 1981, which was 37 years ago, I was stationed in Germany and still on active duty with the Army. I remember having to sit down when I heard the news on the radio. Harry was not just a singer, but a consummate story teller. His songs, mostly sad tales of loneliness and heartache, but a few of humor (even of the dark kind that I am fond of) hit home to me as no one before or since has done. To this day his biggest hit, "the Cat in the Cradle" makes me think deeply of my role as a father and grandfather and reminds me that time with the little ones is precious and cannot be recovered if missed.
So while some who died made me a bit sad; Steve McQueen comes to mind, mostly I have been indifferent to the passing of the rich and famous. For me, Harry Chapin was unique and different and I still miss him sorely to this day.
What about you?