Lemmy-weight-loss

Lemmy, looking like the frail old man he was.

I was just saying to Wayne​ that I think part of the reason the death of Lemmy is a hard one for me is that now my childhood heroes are dying of old age.

Overdoses and plane crashes are tough to swallow, because a life is cut short. But when you grow up with someone, and they die of old age…you’re forced to accept the certainty your own mortality. You might not burn out, and if you don’t, you are guaranteed to fade away.

Rest easy, Mr. Kilmister. You made, and will continue to make, a difference. I’m very grateful.