RIP Davy Jones

There are times when we are not completely surprised when someone famous passes away.
Tonight, when I heard that Davy Jones had died, I felt numb and that a part of my childhood had died too.
 
I remember, when I was in my early teens, he came back to visit his hometown of Manchester.  This was reported in the local paper - the Manchester Evening News.  I was so excited that he was this close that I decided to take action to meet him. 
I had a lot of guts back then and remember calling up the newspaper so that I could speak to the journalist who had written the story - I used up all my change at the red telephone box near my house to get through to the news desk. 
But I managed it! 
Only to find out that I had just missed the man of my dreams - Davy Jones had gone back to the States.
Total devastation!
The journalist offered to forward any letter if I wanted to send it via himself. 

I wrote and wished and hoped.

I couldn't believe it when a short time later a hand written envelope was posted through the door.
Inside was a picture of Davy Jones himself - A black and white photograph of him riding a horse through a wooded park and smiling at the camera.
On the front of it he had signed it in blue/black ink.

'To Krysia,
With love,
David Jones'

I was made up!

I was one of a million spotty, infatuated kids who had a crush on the cute chap in a band
but he cared enough to bother.

It's a sad, sad day today :-(