The death of Gabriel Garcia Marquez weighed heavily on my heart yesterday. As someone who taught me to see the unreal as simply reality, and who obviously cared so much about his characters, and his audience, he played an important part, when I was younger, in my burgeoning love for literature. Over the years, there have been a few authors whose deaths have taken quite the toll on me: Salinger, Sendak, Silverstein, and now Marquez. They were all men for whom I had immense respect, and who I felt played a roll in my upbringing.
For me, when a hero dies, I reflect, I write, I read their words, listen to their music, watch their films, and make sure that I pass their work to the next generation.
When someone in the literary, or music, or movie, or theater world passes away, and they’ve left their mark on your soul, how do you deal with their passing?