I was about 6 or 7 when I first heard Bonnie Tyler’s epic “Holding Out for a Hero.” Of note, I was in Puerto Rico at the time visiting family I’d never met before, and the song randomly played on a station that otherwise aired hits in Spanish. I couldn’t explain it then, but the song stirred… something in me; it wasn’t a bad something, just odd and unexpected whatever it was.

Years later, I would joke it was this song that made me gay.

This morning, I was saddened to learn Mother Bonnie passed last night. Thank you Bonnie, for making me fabulous.

While I’m sat writing this, I’m also thinking about a friend back home on the East Coast, potentially facing their own demise. Over the last few months, they faced serious setbacks from an organ transplant performed a few years ago. While they are eligible for a new transplant, they likely wouldn’t survive the surgery. Much as I would love to hold out for a hero on that front, I fear one isn’t coming.