Today is a sad day for me. Davy Jones, the Monkee on whom I had an enormous crush (until I realized I was several inches taller than he, then I switched to Mickey Dolenz) and on whose “Tiger Beat” magazine photo I practiced kissing and wouldn’t get undressed in front of, has died of a heart attack. I’m including here a photo of my first record album (I had only this and one of the Beatles at age 5).

Middle-aged women the world over still revel in memories of the Monkees, and this teen heartthrob won’t soon be forgotten. My condolences to his family and close friends. Heck, my condolences to me and MY friends. I’ve been hearing from my childhood pals who shared my passion for this band and its members. We’re all hanging our heads a bit today. I’m especially jealous of some friends who got to see the Monkees in concert last summer. Below, I’m sharing what former Monkee Michael Nesmith wrote about the passing of his friend and bandmate. It fits well with my beliefs about the Other Side.—Sid

All the lovely people. Where do they all come from? So many lovely and heartfelt messages of condolence and sympathy, I don’t know what to say, except my sincere thank you to all. I share and appreciate your feelings. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. While it is jarring, and sometimes seems unjust, or strange, this transition we call dying and death is a constant in the mortal experience that we know almost nothing about. I am of the mind that it is a transition and I carry with me a certainty of the continuity of existence. While I don’t exactly know what happens in these times, there is an ongoing sense of life that reaches in my mind out far beyond the near horizons of mortality and into the reaches of infinity. That David has stepped beyond my view causes me the sadness that it does many of you. I will miss him, but I won’t abandon him to mortality. I will think of him as existing within the animating life that insures existence. I will think of him and his family with that gentle regard in spite of all the contrary appearances on the mortal plane. David’s spirit and soul live well in my heart, among all the lovely people, who remember with me the good times, and the healing times, that were created for so many, including us. I have fond memories. I wish him safe travels.

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