Driving to work this morning, I listened to a compilation CD I had made, featuring among others, guitarists Roy Buchanan (1939 - 1988) and Canada's own Jeff Healey who died last month at age forty-one. Buchanan is someone mostly known to guitar freaks like me. He was greatly under appreciated, lived a troubled and tormented life, and hung himself in a jail cell after being arrested for 'public intoxication.' Healey died of cancer. Neither lived long enough.
I have been thinking over past days of how we spend a lifetime trying to accomplish something significant, to leave a legacy or some indication that we have been here, and then suddenly life is over. For everyone else life goes on. We push up daisies. Buchanan and Healey at least live on through their music.
Sweet Dreams, Jeff and Roy. We miss you.