43 is too young to die, isn’t it? It’s always sad to read about the sudden passing of a young parent. Andrew Breitbart leaves behind four small children and his wife. He may have died rather quietly, but the swirling, passionate energy I see in the reactions to his death seem appropriate, somehow.
Never having had any dealings with Andrew Breitbart, I had no feelings about him, either way. At times I thought he was appropriately ballsy and brave and other times I thought he was “too much” but that’s okay. None of us gets it all right, all the time, and being a “passionate sort” myself, I understand how easy it is to sometimes become “too much.”
I believe the only time I even wrote about him on this blog was during the Shirley Sherrod story which, I think, was probably not one of Breitbart’s best moments.
Still, the grief I am reading from his friends in my email, and on twitter (and the hate I am reading from some of the perpetually adolescent) makes me sorry that I never met the man. I have regard for anyone who can say, as he did, “I love fighting for what I believe in.”
Ace with A Brazen Moment
Huffpo has reactions from Drudge and Arianna