I cried for days for Anthony Bourdain. I always felt his demons mirrored mine and the sight of him seemingly thriving--with a life of food, travel, writing and love--gave me so much hope. It still hurts to think of how much he must have been suffering.
This is a good point especially in light of parasocial relationships. It can be hard not to feel weird when I feel grief about someone I don't personally know.
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