I was driving in my car today when I got a text from my sister informing me that Alex Trebek had passed away. He was 80 years old.
At this hour, I am still attempting to process this news.
I never had the privilege of meeting Alex Trebek. As much as I would love to be a contestant on Jeopardy!, that has yet to happen for me. But, like so many people who tune in to that quiz show every evening, it sure felt as if I’ve known him for most of my life.
When I was a kid, I remember complaining… loudly… when I was forced to sit through an episode of Jeopardy! Now, as an adult, I complain when I’m forced to miss an episode.
I love figuring out the clues and shouting out the questions at the TV screen as if I’m trying to impress someone as I sit alone in my living room. I love the witty give and take provided by Alex’s interactions with each contestant. And is there anything more satisfying than correctly responding to the Final Jeopardy! clue when none of the three contestants get it right?
Hours after hearing the news of his death, I’m having a difficult time putting into words what I’m thinking or feeling. Like I said, I never met the man. I didn’t know him. But by inviting him into our homes five nights a week makes it feel like we knew him well. Like he was a part of our families.
I’m fighting back the tears, knowing that our weeknights will never be the same. Alex, you were world-class and one of a kind. Rest in peace.