I think when he died,
and everyone else seemed to be in shock and mourning,
I felt a swelling anger.
At first I mistook it as possibly
the let down I was feeling,
not just for a role model,
but by the ideal
that with a little bit of laughter,
you could make it through anything.
But then this feeling churned bitterly on,
to the horrible wonder,
of what hope there can be for any of us,
when all the…