I woke up this morning to the death of Bernie Mac at only 50 years, and I felt very sad.  I had a rare opportunity to see him perform in Atlanta a few years ago.  After a hilarious hour, a good friend who knew some people got us backstage passes to meet him.  Bernie Mac was gracious, funny, and kind.  He spoke about his wife and daughter, boasting proudly that she is going to become a psychologist.

His routines were usually filled with colourful language and explicit content, but I was struck by his decency and warm nature.  He would not let us leave and insisted that we break bread with him and the crew.  Some wonderful Southern food was brought in and time in his company felt like a moment.

I gather much of my respect for him comes also from his long term marriage and the commitment and love he showed his family.  His beginnings were humble, and it took him a great while to reach the success he craved.

Funny that the death of a person I’ve met only once can affect me so much.  I pray for peace and forgiveness for him.