I liked Tim Russert a lot. I'm not sure I agreed with him politically, then again I'm not sure I really knew his political views really were.
But he was an honest hard-working guy from a blue collar background who remembered his roots and loved his family. That rates for a lot in my book.
That's why his death seems to be hitting me unexpectedly hard. There always are celebrities coming and going, many hell-bent on their own destruction, others seemingly larger than life and playing by a different set of rules.
I think Russert played by our rules. And he was three years older than I. That scares me, to be honest. And the timing was forceful. I've been feeling very poorly for months now, and I finally broke down and got a check-up. All my tests were fine except for the dreaded lipid panel. Houston, I have a problem.
His passing reminds me of my mortality, and the need to be more attentive to diet, lipid values, medical follow-up, and the like.
Anyone else have any thoughts on this? And Tim: welcome home. We'll miss you.