I don’t know why I feel the need to write about this. I just read yesterday that Joseph Brooks, the one who wrote “You Light Up My Life”, committed suicide.
You’d think that would be reason enough to write about it. Who stopped lighting up his life? Where was all the hope to carry on? But not only did he take his own life, but it appears he had been charged with multiple sexual assaults. Wow, if it was true, then he knew how to suck the light out of other people’s lives.
What a weird way to die. A bag around his head, a towel around his neck and a hose going from helium tank to bag.
I used to sing that song. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to think of it the same way again.