This morning I received a message from my sister “Anthony Bourdain died. :(”
I rose out of bed and saw posts from CNN, NPR and Facebook.
A man, inspiration and hero to me was gone.
He had taken his own life while in France. My heart felt as if someone had sucker punched it and left the remains on the floor.
I had been a fan of Bourdain’s since the beginning. His books sit on my shelves, I have watched every episode of his shows, and he even liked a tweet of mine when I was in pursuit of him during a visit to my city.
His stories have been in the pockets of my pack while trekking in the jungles, sitting on plastic stools by food stalls in Mexico, and while wandering the streets of Thailand.
Today, I mourn the loss of a friend. Someone who I greatly admire.
I will drink a beer in honor of him this evening while watching a local band after stopping for noodles along the way.
I feel he would have liked this.
Rest in Peace Tony.
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