This morning I was going to write about the first thing I saw when I came back to life.
“Most people… don’t want to think about the fact that dying is part of life,” acknowledges Crosby. “I…” he pauses, briefly. “I’m at the end of my life, so I have to look at it. At least to the degree where I say, ‘Well, I have a limited amount of time. How am I going to spend it?’ What you’ve got to do is figure out what really matters to you and do that – and only that – and do that to the best of your ability, as much as you can, in the time that you have.”
It’s admirable to find Crosby – for all his famed jocularity – willing to look death in the eye. Far from morbid fascination, it’s an indication of that insatiable thirst for life, with all its complications, that has continually led him to experiences, good and bad.
“I’d say look for real value in things,” says Croz, offering up some advice. “There are things that look pretty good on the surface but they really have no substantive value. Look for the value in family. Look for the value in music. In real, actual music. Don’t look for value in fame, because there isn’t any. Don’t look for money,