Last year, we lost both my paternal grandpa to cancer and grandma to a stroke within two months of each other. I didn’t cry. I didn’t grieve.

I was too busy.

Too busy to take the time to mourn or celebrate the life of my grandparents.

I was working my ass off to make them proud, to live up to my family name and it didn’t even occur to me that I should take the day off to be with my parents and family because you know I am all about that #hustle (seriously wtf)

Then something happened last week.

David Bowie died.

People around the world took the time to talk about his passing and I felt like my beating heart had been ripped out of my chest.

I didn’t understand it at first. I love his music but I had never met this man in real life or seen him perform live but I felt so incredibly sad. For a week I walked around like a zombie, what was this feeling?

And then it dawned on me, I was finally, after a year, coming to terms with my grandparents passing. I was mourning the time I didn’t take to say goodbye to them and all the calls I missed when they wanted to talk to me because I was oh so god damned busy.

I am sad about Bowie but I am also grateful for the realization albeit late.

Rest in peace Bowie. I hope his family and loved ones find peace. Thank you for your music.