Today I have had more reasons than usual to think about my age.
Not just because I celebrated my birthday last Friday, but also since one of the many I share birthday with is now dead. I woke up this morning and found out, through my Facebook feed, that David Bowie has passed battling cancer.
Throughout the day my feed has been filling up with tributes. One after another. Quotes, favorite songs, a lot of photos and memories – apparently David Bowie called my friend Ulf’s apartment around 1995. Well, the call was for Ulf’s roommate, who worked as a journalist, but, David Bowie actually called. All the day today people have also been sharing amazingly smart GIFs. Like these two:
I don’t think I have ever seen such an amount of tributes, and that made me think about my age again. I wondered if this was sign of my actual age; that my feed was overtaken by David Bowie homages. That I am heading for 50 pretty soon and so are my friends. That David Bowie is our generation’s icon. So, I asked my son. He’s 18, but his feed is just as full of people paying their respects to David Bowie. To a great musician. A fixture of five decades of pop culture.
I bet we at Sköna are not the only ones with the office radio on the Bowie Channel. My favorite song is Heroes, “We could be heroes, just for one day.”
Now a hero has passed. A hero for many people, not just for one day, for all days.
PS. It's me, David, my good friend Helena, my sister-in-law's mom, my mother-in-law's best friend and Elvis Presely - we are all born on the 8th of January.