Eulogy to the great David Bowie
This story is now henceforth dedicated to the great David Bowie, now I guess I shall just get some feelings off my chest about this great man. Though I love to write I don't consider myself good with words when it comes to writing flowery speeches, so I shall just be honest and try to get my thoughts across. I'm a 90's kid so I didn't see David Bowie catapult to stardom, I never saw his fame, nor recognised him. I'm sure I heard some of his music before, but that's all. I couldn't call myself a super Bowie fan because I wasn't. Not yet at least and it would be many years until I could call myself that. I remember listening to "Under Pressure" once and a voice that was clearly not Freddy Mercury's. My uncle told me – that's David Bowie, he's great – still I couldn't recognise you. I saw pictures of you once before. Most prominently the one of Aladdin Sane. I know the name now, but to me it was once just "The crazy dude with a lightening bolt drawn on his face". I was naïve maybe, or as I like to think it now, I didn't need you. Sounds cruel I know. Years passed and on the eve of 2010 I discovered the existence of the movie "Labyrinth". I discovered it, but it would be some years more until I actually sat down and saw it. Some days after your departure in 2016 to be exact. A friend told me all about the movie, I listened to the soundtrack, I saw clips and stills of the movie and read lots of fan-fiction about it. I also read the summary. Even without actually watching the movie I loved it already. I was obsessed. The pictures forming so clearly in my mind that I was reasonably sure I could form a complete picture of the movie just from my imagination alone. I knew then: so THAT'S David Bowie. I remember thinking "he's super hot as Jareth" Still I didn't delve into your music, though I knew more or less who you where. Then something happened on the second half of the year 2013. It was a dark period for me, still is but from 2013 to 2015 was undoubtedly the worst. I'm almost out now. I don't know what triggered it, I don't remember, or maybe I don't want to remember; but suddenly you where there. You, David Bowie where with me through thick and thin, I wanted to know all about you and I did. I mean I don't know all, but now I DO know you, or what you wished to be known. I guess it's then in that period of life that I called myself a fan. I loved you before in a very objective way, and I loved you then in a fierce way. Ways that only a fan-girl would be able to, I think. You kept me hoping and looking towards space. You where the star I was aiming for. So I guess what I'm trying to say Mr Bowie is thank you. Thank you for everything. I will never tire of saying it or writing it for that matter. I thank you so much. I'm sad you're gone, but I'm also happy, you've moved on to a better place, a place I'm sure will be anything but boring. I will admire you and keep your memory forever. Not long at all I know. And now I just wish; a long time from now I hope; to someday meet you and tell you all of this in person. Farewell Mr Bowie. I'm glad you're home.