Bottomless Well
31 days and the tears haven't stopped.
I thought I'd made it yesterday. I met a fellow U2 concert-goer who saw my Soundgarden tee, and we shared our Cornell/Soundgarden stories. He toasted with his beer, me with my Diet Coke. My voice shook but I didn't cry.
I met other concert-goers and we laughed over a broken ATM. We too shared stories. And again, I did not cry.
I didn't know the opening act but learned it was One Republic. The lead singer mentioned that he'd written a song for his son when his son was a baby -- so his son would always have something written for him by his dad. You know, in case something ever happened.
Waterworks. I couldn't help myself.
Then U2 came on ...... and I waited. I knew they'd dedicated "Running to Stand Still" to Chris Cornell in their first LA show. They'd also dedicated "One Tree Hill" to him the next night and again at Bonnaroo last weekend. I waited.
Not RTSS. And for "One Tree Hill" they only noted that "we've all known someone that we've lost way too soon."
Waterworks yet again.
I don't know when they will end.
His death is the fifth one I've experienced in the last 15 months. My mom, an aunt, my dog, and another aunt. But I can rationalize all of those: each was older, all were infirm. This one makes no sense. It never will. And that's why I can't stop the tears.