One of the recurring tropes of social media is the outpouring of emotion when someone famous or well known dies. It tends to be an easy way to signal that you care, to drive engagement and occasionally the tributes can be truly moving or thought provoking. Many have commented on how the alst years it feels as though there has been an uptick in the number and notoriety of those passing on. But there's a perfectly natural explanation for this.
The way our media environment has exploded in the last few decades has also expanded the universe of names the average person would recognize to where now even legislative aides and patent lawyers have public profiles. For the Gen Xers and Millennials who today shape discussion on the Internet, the actor, musicians and athletes they grew up with are sadly but inevitably starting to age out of this life.
Usually when deaths are announced now, I don't have much if anything to say beyond simple condolences to the family. There's little profound I could add to what's already been said and often we don't really know the figures beneath the veneer they showed to their fans and admirers. This one is different though. Seattle broadcasting legend Dori Monson died over the New Year's weekend last week leaving behind his wife, three cherished daughters and a hole in the region that will never be filled. He was just 61.He was not as renowned or esteemed as others who passed over the break for New Year's. The likes of Pelé, Pope Benedict XVI and Barbara Walters are rightly celebrated but for me personally, the unexpected death of Dori felt like the loss of an old friend even though I never met him and hadn't been listening to his radio show recently.
I still have nothing profound to say but I do have some recollections and reflections on the life and impact of a remarkable man after the jump.