As I drove along on my way to do a few domestic chores the other day, I heard belatedly that Senator McCain had died. I pulled over and, God help me – I don’t know why, I wept briefly.
Part of it is that he and I and our families and friends share one thing in common, though his family has no idea that mine exists: That thing is incurable cancer. Whether or not it makes any logical sense, one does identify with others who are challenged by similar situations. So it really brings the inevitable into focus when the end comes to someone one admires.
I am not one to glom onto some notable individual and identify with them just because… . However, McCain is someone for whom I have respect. I won’t go into all the reasons as they have been the subject of far too many statements and stories already. I liked the man for what he said, how he said it, and the way he stood by it. I also liked him for the fact that he would admit that he felt he was wrong.
There is also a profound sadness when there is the loss of someone whom one respects at a time when there are so few others (if any) with similar characteristics. I don’t know, perhaps somewhere deep down this is one of those ‘flags in the sand’ that indicate the final loss off a breed, a kind, a type. Dare I say extinction?
All I can say for certain is that I actually had to stop and deal with the sadness. That is not something I do very often.