Death of My First President
I'm not quite sure how to start this, or why this feels like a poignant moment for me, but I figured that I should document it nonetheless. While flipping 'round the channels today, after watching M2's version of the best 22 bands of all time according to the viewers (and there were some good picks from the Cure to Nine Inch Nails to Guns n' Roses), I flipped by FOX, and heard about the death of former president, Ronald Reagan. For some reason or other, this news has affected me in ways that I never expected. I was watching the video montage of clips behind the steady commentators' voices, and I genuinely felt sad -- perhaps a tear in the corner of my eye that would never fall, but I felt something about this that hit me in an unexpected way. Yes, Reagan was the first president for me -- not just in my memory, but the first while I was living and breathing in the 80s. I remember the Challenger crash and Reagan getting shot. It's strange to think that he's dead at 93 (he had a good run, I suppose) - a mere 70 years older than myself. It's also strange to think that he had Alzheimers, just like my grandfather. Maybe it's some combination of these factors that allowed the news to hit me in the way it did; I'm not sure.
That's all for now.
Perhaps more later.
