When John and George died I had to stop listening to the Beatles for while each time. Not forever, but for a little while.
The same goes for Kermit, Mr. Rogers, and a handful of other greats. It’s just too painful to think that those childhood fixtures are no longer here making the world a better place.
After a while, it’s OK. And I’m OK. The strong emotions fade to memories. I listen to the Beatles all the time now.
But I have to use this damn computer every day. There’s just no getting around it. This isn’t going to be easy.