R.I.P Kobe

I really didn’t want to talk about this. I’ve been intentionally staying away from most media outlets because the tragedy that ended Kobe’s life along with 8 others, including his own daughter is… heartbreaking. And the deeper you peel back this untimely loss, it will rack your brain with questions that will never be answered, thoughts impossible to imagine and an ache that is hard to heal.

I don’t how to describe to someone who doesn’t live in Los Angeles what the general mood is in our city is right now. Literally, as a city, we are mourning. We mourn monuments and monumental moments, this is no exception. To lose that many people, that many family members together is unimaginable. As big of a star as Kobe was, this moment feels 10 times larger and hurts just as much.

For me, it reminds me when a friend of mine died last September. He was 34. Young life lost is hard for me to process. I immediately think of everything that person will never have or experience because of how young they died. I thought about the same thing when I learned that Kobe’s second oldest daughter was with him in the crash. She’ll never graduate high school. She’ll never go to prom. She’ll never read her college acceptance letters. She’ll never have a boyfriend. She’ll never be proposed to. She’ll never get married and have kids of her own (if that’s what she wanted). And the same goes to her school friend who was with them. All these “nevers”.

I don’t know how to express what it feels like to be L.A. right now with this loss. We may not have known him personally, but he represented so much of what the L.A. spirit is, it feels like we lost someone close to us. Wherever you were when you heard this news, I hoped you had a chance to reach out to loved ones and remind them how much they mean to you.

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