It is very sad. Even, despite his vast achievements, tragic.

I will never know that feeling, because, somehow, I have held onto so much of my childhood, and even the child that I was. For me, I have had to. I couldn’t have made it through my life without the lessons, teachers, role models, friends, and sources of strength and wisdom that have been mine. And yes, even little mementoes I keep yet today, as talismans and reminders. Like this little pocket knife.

It reminds me of my grandad. Of my first falling in love with nature, and the North Woods. And all that later came with it. I will never achieve the wealth and power and worldly rewards of Citizen Kane. Or of our modern version, Citizen Trump. But I know who I am. And I have a family who reminds me, and friends, including this virtual campfire circle of friends right here. The circle feels intimate to me, and real. And I am very grateful. I am grateful to know that I belong where I am. And that I will not breathe my last breath—whenever that might be—filled with regret, bitterness, or despair.

We all have important things to do right now. Important, vital work in our country, even if our lives are humble and untouched by vast wealth or fame. But if we know who we are, we can do the work, and live our lives with dignity and grace. Maybe holding onto values and lessons learned in childhood, or from others of integrity and courage and wisdom along our path. Keeping an old photo perhaps, or a favorite book, a letter, or a small memento like an old pocket knife. All of which can help us do what we can, and be who we are, and feel at peace, knowing that we have done our best in this life.