oh god. oh god, this feels just like a boot to the gut. my dad raised me on springsteen and the e street band. they’ve always been a part of my life, and always will be. and, i mean, i knew - everybody knew - that it was coming. the last time i saw the e street band live was a few years ago, but even then it was obvious that clarence was getting old, getting weaker. he sat through a lot of the concert. and of course the stroke earlier this week. but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
and the worst part of it all is that all i can think of is my dad, how he would have felt, how he would have reacted. he would have cried just like i am now, i know that - he was never ‘too manly’ to cry. and… god, i wish i had something coherent to say, but it just hurts too much, so soon after becoming so familiarly acquainted with death to have it shoved back in my face again, and like this. this is a selfish reaction, i know. it’s grief.
rip ‘big man’. you are unreplicatable, a giant among men. to his family and friends, my love and best wishes.
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