It�s always an odd feeling when an artist whose work I appreciate dies. It�s not like I ever really had any kind of connection to them, and yet it often seems to me as if I�ve lost � well, not a friend, exactly, but something more than an acquaintance. Some aspect of their work has touched me, some sort of (admittedly one-way) communication has been made, so in that sense I guess you could say that there was a connection. Tenuous, yes, but valuable just the same.
I feel as if I should say something here, but I�m not really sure what that would be. It�s not as if I knew her. She certainly came across in interviews as an intelligent woman with a great sense of humor. I feel sad for the family, and for Johnny Cash in particular. He�s had a long, hard row to hoe in this lifetime, and everything I�ve ever read about him leads me to believe that his wife has been a great source of comfort and support over the years.
So, for whatever it�s worth, my thoughts are with Mr. Cash tonight.