Many others have been, or will be, more eloquent than me, but I just gotta say I was pretty busted up about losing B.B. King.
He was old. He was unwell. We could all see it coming. But when someone has been riffing into the soundtrack of your life since before you were born, you tend to ignore his mortality. You expect him to always be there. You expect the magic to go on forever.
It will, of course. No one can take away his music. And no one can overstate his importance. For that we should all be grateful. RIP B.B.. You were the King.