Jul 02, 2005 02:47
Missed a phone call from Mom- two or three calls, last was at around 12:30 AM, which is weird cause she usually goes to bed by 9 PM. I immediately called when I got to my cell phone (which was *trying* to charge in my car)... feeling very apprehensive and worried. She answered, and now the only thing I can remember about the conversation is her telling me that Luther died. Luther Vandross. Mom's favorite, favorite, favorite singer. She said she's heartbroken. She said it in a lighthearted tone, but I know it must be really hurting her. I'm saddened to see the world lose such a beautiful voice, and wonderful person. And now I also feel guilty as hell that I will never be able to fulfill a promise I made to Mom years ago- that I would take her to another Luther concert, even if I had to drive us more than 4 hours. I'm sure this is to her like many teens felt years ago when they lost Kurt Cobain. But in Mom's case, no teenage angst, and many, many more years as a dedicated fan... I can't even begin to describe how the two are similar yet different at the same time. So I won't even try. My heart goes out to Luther's family, friends, and many loyal fans. And HUGE hugs and much love to my mother... who is already going through difficult times.