A story has ended

Luciano Pavarotti died last week at his home in Modena, Italy. He was 72....
He lived a life of doubt, criticism, success, failures and triumphs. He was unknown by all in his early years and later adored by millions. As a young Tenor, he spent 6 years in near obscurity, pursuing his love for the opera. He could not find his voice, developed medical problems, then vowed to give up trying. It was not until he left the opera, and stepped back into civilization that his true voice and abilities came to pass.

An interesting story of how sometimes, some of us, may need to step back and look at our challenges from a distance. Being so close to the fight, the excitement, the lights, makes us blind to what the true answer to our problems is.

I has always admired the man. He had an ability to draw you in to the simplest of stories, and with his voice and power, make you not only see the meaning of the stories, but make you feel them deep in your gut as well. Only a truly passionate person has this ability to project a message in this way. A way that makes you feel at ease with yourself and the world.

Che Gelida Manina
Nessum Dorma
Una Furtiva Lacrima
Non Ti Scordare Di Me

Just a few of the songs that put a lump in my throat when belted out by this vocal giant.

He lived large in more ways than one, and never looked back or apologized for the grandiose life he led. He lived his life as it should be lived. Striving, Laughing, Loving, Giving, Enjoying and most importantly LIVING.

How simple life can be if we just look, listen and experience the beautiful things around us.
Loving our families till we are exhausted. Living our lives as if they could end tomorrow, but all the while never thinking that something as wonderful as LIFE could ever really come to an end.

I will miss this man, and the impact he has had on my life through his music, but his voice will live on forever.

Rest in Peace Maestro

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