loss of a good man

The death of Peter Jennings has left me with a sense of complete and utter sadness. I've cried a lot the past few days, reading articles and seeing so many wonderful interviews and tributes on TV. The man was brilliant, and to be honest, a hero of mine. He was one of the best journalists in the world, and proved his talent every day of his life. When I read the news online that he'd died at only age 67 of lung cancer the other night, I was shocked. Shocked and sad. Sad for the world, sad for his family, and sad for his friends.

Oddly enough, I think Kelly Ripa said it best the other morning when she said she almost felt stupid for saying it, but she was sad about his death because she felt like he was part of her family. And I sat there thinking how true that sentiment was. I too, felt like he was part of my own family.

There will never ever be another major world event where I won't think it isn't right to not see Peter Jennings reporting from the anchor desk.

I will never forget Oklahoma City because of Peter reporting. I will never forget seeing his face at 6 am on September 11th, and very early on February 1st, 2003, when the space shuttle Columbia tragedy happened. I always say that you always knew something was very, very wrong when one sees Peter Jennings on TV early in the morning. You knew that something major had happened and that the world needed to know about it.

It saddens me that we will never see him report live again. It saddens me that we've lost the best journalist in the world to a disease that can so be prevented. Not in all cases, of course, but for the most part, yes. Smoking is a terrible thing, guys. If you've never smoked, please don't ever start, and if you do already, please be careful and know the risks.

I could never be the journalist that he was, but I'd like to think that deep down, at one time, I had a little bit of journalistic talent.

Bed now. But not before being a little bit amused amidst all the sadness, and the slight bit of anger and depression my job has left me with the past few days. Watching Lost at the moment, and every time I see Josh Holloway now, I can't help but think of him as Kenny in CSI Season 4's "Assume Nothing". Haha. "Nick Stokes? What's up!?" God, I love that line. It kills me.

Good night.

loss of a good man

The death of Peter Jennings has left me with a sense of complete and utter sadness. I've cried a lot the past few days, reading articles and seeing so many wonderful interviews and tributes on TV. The man was brilliant, and to be honest, a hero of mine. He was one of the best journalists in the world, and proved his talent every day of his life. When I read the news online that he'd died at only age 67 of lung cancer the other night, I was shocked. Shocked and sad. Sad for the world, sad for his family, and sad for his friends.

Oddly enough, I think Kelly Ripa said it best the other morning when she said she almost felt stupid for saying it, but she was sad about his death because she felt like he was part of her family. And I sat there thinking how true that sentiment was. I too, felt like he was part of my own family.

There will never ever be another major world event where I won't think it isn't right to not see Peter Jennings reporting from the anchor desk.

I will never forget Oklahoma City because of Peter reporting. I will never forget seeing his face at 6 am on September 11th, and very early on February 1st, 2003, when the space shuttle Columbia tragedy happened. I always say that you always knew something was very, very wrong when one sees Peter Jennings on TV early in the morning. You knew that something major had happened and that the world needed to know about it.

It saddens me that we will never see him report live again. It saddens me that we've lost the best journalist in the world to a disease that can so be prevented. Not in all cases, of course, but for the most part, yes. Smoking is a terrible thing, guys. If you've never smoked, please don't ever start, and if you do already, please be careful and know the risks.

I could never be the journalist that he was, but I'd like to think that deep down, at one time, I had a little bit of journalistic talent.

Bed now. But not before being a little bit amused amidst all the sadness, and the slight bit of anger and depression my job has left me with the past few days. Watching Lost at the moment, and every time I see Josh Holloway now, I can't help but think of him as Kenny in CSI Season 4's "Assume Nothing". Haha. "Nick Stokes? What's up!?" God, I love that line. It kills me.

Good night.