Can it be the same without Pavarotti?
On the same day I attended my own grandmother’s funeral; untold thousands mourned the passing of Luciano Pavarotti. His funeral was also on Saturday.
In a world where rock musicians are a dime a dozen (and sadly, there are), Pavarotti’s voice, his instrument, was a classic purity and an heirloom for our generation. I know I am getting to this a little late, but my grandmother’s death and her subsequent funeral took me to a place when re I had no use for the news and current events. I am catching up on all of that now.
I think most poignant to me was the quote that was read during the service from Pavarotti’s four-year-old daughter. She is the same age as my daughter and I cannot imagine her having to lose apparent.
“Papa, you have loved me so much, I know you will always protect me. I will hold you dear to my child’s heart every tomorrow.”
You know, I wasn’t a huge fan of his. I felt that he was bigger than his voice. He’s the best known tenor and I did enjoy his work to a point, but I still felt a pang when I found out he was gone.
Jose Carerras is my fave tenor.
Mind you, you really can’t beat Luciano in Aida…
(and that’s a chick’s opera, really)
Koya was four when her mom died. It hits home because now at the age of 25, she’s starting to ‘forget’ her mom. The memories fade and the anxiety increases.
At least Luciano’s kid has thousands of archived footage of her dad to look at and plenty of people to preserve his legacy.
But as the ones left behind, it’s our duty to do that. It’s our commitment to our kids that keeps them relatively healthy emotionally.
Being a softy, my heart goes out to anyone who loses a parent at a young age.
I still have the Croc Hunter’s kid in my prayers.
In an aside…did you have a LOT of spill over from Luciano’s people back at the house for pound cake and coffee?
ahem.