That's what I felt when I found out in the early hours of yesterday morning that Jonah Lomu had passed away.
Throughout yesterday, I read countless articles and news reports about the famous New Zealand rugby player. Every single one of these stories wrote about how nice a man he was and how he was - without question - rugby's first global superstar.
To be fair, he's the only global superstar so far. I don't think any other player has reached the height of fame that Lomu achieved during his career.
I'll always remember the 1995 World Cup where he made his mark. Then, I'll recall the times I used to see him around Cardiff just mingling in the crowds. I've met quite a few famous people in my time, but I'll always remember those times seeing him just there and always welcoming to people who approached him to talk to.
My father said the same thing when I told him of the news.
'He died? Aww. He was a lovely man. He was always nice to talk to.'
A true global superstar.