Dark as Roses, Fine as Sand: The Legacy of Chris Cornell

My Thursday morning commute to work is usually a quiet one.  It's the one day a week that I am not driving my kids to school. Typically, my mornings are filled with teenage chatter and comedians on Apple Music.  This Thursday morning drive was being sound-tracked with today's current adult alternative music.  Basically, it is background noise I can tune out while I think.  I'm a thinker.  OK, I'm an over thinker.  I repeat the day before in my head and then plan the day ahead of me.  It's an indulgence that I don't always give into, otherwise it will control me.  I'm not one to give stock in the news.  Actually, I avoid it at all costs. Years of my dad watching the nightly news and reading the paper cured me of that.  While my friends were watching whatever they wanted to watch on their TV's, we watched the news.  On the rare occasion that I did read the paper, my father would feed me the sports scores before I had the opportunity to read the details.  No, on this day it was music.  On this day, Thursday, May 18th, I was mindlessly lost in melody following the highway on autopilot. And then the text came in.

"Did Chris Cornell die?"