The point is I woke up this morning and the world felt a little emptier. A man who took up a huge space in our hearts and minds had finally found rest. I unfortunately, like many hundreds, can't post photos of me with him, somewhere in the background, 54th person to the right of the rather oversized man with his hand raised in a V for victory sign, covering my face.
I can however tell you I was in the same room as him a number of times, having done the PR and communications for two of the 46664 concerts. And I can tell you tears slowly trickled down my cheeks in the presence of an amazing man, human being. I can't explain the feeling. It's a humility, a strength, that X factor. Forgive me for being little flippant but if he were to enter Idols or America's Got Talent he'd win based on his IT factor.
This morning I am thankful for a father, a grandfather, a son who allowed me to experience family. Without his sacrifices and belief in what this country could be, I wouldn't be a mom to two amazing children. I wouldn't be allowed in public places with them and they wouldn't be getting an education. Without him my children wouldn't have experienced flying in an airplane. They wouldn't have felt waves lapping at their feet at a 'whites only' beach.
Thank you to a man who changed the way a lot of people see things. Thank you to a great man who changed a country. Thank you to a leader, an icon, a legend who changed my world.