A conductor of one of the orchestras that I play with died suddenly on Monday. We were never particularly close--we barely ever spoke. But I had been following his beats since I was in the 8th grade. He was one of those people that never seemed to age. When I are young, he looks older. As I aged, he just looked... older. Fixed in a mind's eye, he wasn't supposed to die. He should have just lingered on, doing his thing for the rest of time. Not a bad gig when you can get it.
