The internet is filled with stories of David Bowie after his passing yesterday. A friend of mine posted "Dad, we didn't always see eye to eye but we always had Bowie...." We also grew up with Bowie blaring through the speakers. My dad's taste in music was eclectic and wonderful - on a given Saturday we might wake up to him blaring Bowie, or dancing to Billy Idol, contemplating with Pink Floyd, rocking with the Rolling Stones or just "groovin'" (his word) to Sinead O'Connor! :)
Parents are funny. The process of both becoming an adult and a parent myself has made it so much easier to see them for what they were/are. Just two flawed humans doing the very best they could - especially for their kids. Mistakes were a plenty and so was the love and good intention.
As we say goodbye to a rock legend, I thank him for his bravery, vision, and genius. He will never die because the music that brought fathers and daughters together, or helped someone truly dance (!), or just make their own experience as a human a little easier will live forever. Thank you, David Bowie. You were a gift.