Greetings,
I wanted my first blog of the year to be about something special and important. Few things are more special and important than paying tribute to someone whom I have greatly admired and whom I miss dearly. That person would be Maurice Gibb and today is the day he passed away, eight years ago.
Most people know Maurice Gibb as one third of the Bee Gees, and I'm sure he was always very proud to be that. But, sadly, I think he was the one that people knew the least about, especially if they weren't followers the way I had always been. While it seems that throughout the career of the Bee Gees, it was Barry and Robin who were the focal points, Maurice's contributions were undeniable and incomparable.
I hate to use the word "genius" on anyone after I've seen what can happen to the recipients, but if I was going to call one of them a genius, it would be him. Though his steps up to the mic as a soloist were few and far between, Maurice's musical abilities, vocally and instrumentally, were amazing. I wish more people gave him the credit he deserved,
On a more personal note, I think he was, to put it simply, a great guy. Of course, he had some issues and problems in his life, as we all do, but as far as I can see everyone who knew him, loved him. He had a beautiful wife and wonderful kids who grew up to be extremely talented as well, carrying on his passions for life and music. And, no doubt, he is greatly missed by his brothers, who will continue on while missing a part of themselves.
I am always saddened by the fact that I never got to meet him and thank him for being such an inspiration to me. As a writer and as a person. Maurice Gibb and his family taught me that, if you are meant to do something, never give up on it, no matter what. And, though it is difficult at times, I never have. I never will.
Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer
