In my house, we called him The Man, because that’s what he was. He was an iconic image of a masculine man. He was MY James Bond.
Not what I wanted to wake up to see today, but I’ve been prepared for this moment for a long time.
I’m sad today, but I’ve got all my favorite Connery movies a few feet away, and I can watch them and enjoy him forever.
Goodbye, Mr. Bond. You will be missed.
2020 really is the worst year ever.