I didn’t and don’t have particular feelings about Maurice Sendak, other than the usual accolades and amazement. I get the impression he was an odd, sort of haunted man, which drove his creativity, but then duh.
But whenever someone famous passes, I come back to this: There are people who cross my mind occasionally, again famous, not personal, people who are no longer with us, and I have these jolts of sadness. I can’t explain it or have much of a desire to.
I could make a longer list. These are five who crop up often. Again, I have no interest in trying to explain it. I just feel the world is less well.