About 6 weeks ago, I had blogged about the rumors of the impending demise of Walter Cronkite.
Now, alas, it has come to pass that Walter Cronkite has passed on to His Next Big Assignment. Three days before the 40th anniversary of the first man stepping forth on the moon. This ending couldn't have been planned better if it was a work of fiction.
When my 19 year old son comes home from work this afternoon I don't know I will even mention it to him because I'm afraid he will ask "who?" Will there be an iconic news person of his generation in the same way?
So, what does the passing of Walter Cronkite mean to me? To me it means a Great Person is gone:
The person who told us JFK had been shot and stayed with us through three days of mourning. The man who, when he told America we were "mired" in the War in Vietnam, convinced presidents that we really should rethink what we were doing.
The man who reported the Apollo 11 moon landing. (and watched as we abandoned our space program.)
He reported during the worst days of Watergate.
They forced him to retire way too young. But even when retired, he was there to speak to us after 9/11.
He was there with his gentle, guiding voice during our best days and our worst.
His voice made you feel safe.
OK, I am going to say it. I can't help it.
"And THAT’s the way it is".
Goodbye, Walter. We will miss you.