Wow
I'm not one for celebrity worship. The only celebrity whose death made me feel like my legs had been knocked out from under me was Mr. Rogers, but that was more akin to hearing that a beloved uncle had passed away. Heath Ledger's death, however, made me sad, even though I can't recall seeing anything he'd been in* (though I'm looking forward to his Joker). What hit me hard last night was the realization that he was as old as my oldest nephew, Don. Also, after a month of walking around with Nate in my arms, it occurred to me that I could have held Heath Ledger as a baby. I've said as much about the many young men and women who have died in Iraq, on both sides.
So, mourning for a talented life cut off too soon, the deaths of many strangers--faceless and otherwise--in a terrible war, and Death's bony finger prodding me in my own approaching-middle-age gut.
Regret and woe. You get it in spades from mrdankelly
Oh, and gallows humor by the yard.
* Later note: Half a mo', I saw 10 Things I Hate about You.
So, mourning for a talented life cut off too soon, the deaths of many strangers--faceless and otherwise--in a terrible war, and Death's bony finger prodding me in my own approaching-middle-age gut.
Regret and woe. You get it in spades from mrdankelly
Oh, and gallows humor by the yard.
* Later note: Half a mo', I saw 10 Things I Hate about You.