I was only a five-year-old boy when Roberto Clemente died in a plane crash on December 31, 1972. Therefore, I have no firsthand recollection of the public reaction to the sudden death of a man who earned his living as a professional baseball player but whose imprimatur transcended not just the sport he played but sports itself.
A person who has enjoyed playing and watching sports my entire life, I am constrained to confess that NBA basketball is something to which I have never paid very much attention. Nevertheless, I was very familiar with the accomplishments of Kobe Bryant. His play as the leader of the United States Olympic Basketball Team in 2008 and 2012 was instrumental to the U.S. winning back-to-back gold medals.
On the morning of Sunday, January 26, 2020, forty-one-year-old Bryant, his thirteen-year-old daughter Gianna (the second oldest of his four girls), and seven other people died when the helicopter they were on crashed in Calabasas, California.
It is a tragedy whenever a family member dies. It is more than doubly so when a family suffers the death of two of its own simultaneously. Condolences to the Bryant family and to the families of the other seven victims of this terrible accident...
...a sad reminder of life's fragility.
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are...
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are...
-"Fragile"
Sting
-AK
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