Good-bye and Thank You, David Bowie

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Today I am a mix of heartbroken and forever grateful. David Bowie has died. Words I thought I would not have to hear, utter, or write for years to come. David Bow has left us after an 18-month battle with cancer. During that time he continued to create, and gifted us with one last album—the act of a true artist.

This is why, despite the dark cloud that is over me today, I feel lucky. I may never have met him or seen him perform live, but I lived in a time when one of the greatest artists of the 20th century worked. Bowie was an artist in the way he dressed, the way he moved, the way he felt the need to create unceasingly, whether it was drawing, performance, music, or writing. 

Bowie transformed what an artist could be, could do. He was the glam-tastic, space invader Ziggy Stardust, a charismatic mime, the dapper Thin White Duke, the devilish Goblin King, the perfect Tesla and Andy Warhol, the ideal fashion icon, and so much more. Bowie's music was my go-to when I was happy, when I was sad, when I needed inspiration, and when I needed a friend. There is a plethora I could say, but in the end there are only six words: "Good-bye and Thank You, David Bowie."