Kobe’s life isn’t more important than anyone else’s. That should be evident. So the question is, why is there so much grieving over his passing? As if his life was anymore important than the people who sacrifice themselves daily for our freedom or safety.
It really isn’t. It’s how we perceive it.
It has everything to do with fame, and a little to do with our advancing age. We don’t know these people, at least in most circumstances, and yet we feel very connected. Why is that? Because by way of the media they become a part of our everyday life. Day after day, week after week, etc. We subconsciously come to think of them as someone we “know” when it couldn’t be further from the truth.
In the case of Kobe, he made people feel better about themselves for various reasons. Maybe you were a Lakers fan. Maybe you just enjoyed his game. Maybe it was the work with kids he did after his retirement. Fame magnified the projection.
And then there’s the simple truth. We came to know him more than 720 months ago. Clinton was president, UF was winning its first football title and Friends was still a top-rated TV show. A lot has changed, us included. We’ve aged. We look back. We remember.
Kobe Bryant wasn’t a saint. He was a gifted athlete who remained in the spotlight for over two decades. He’s dead. We remember him for a lot of things, including those he had no control over.