Alan Rickman is dead
I don't put much stock in famous people. That song by Ookla the Mok about them being created by us, the public, is just so true.
But Alan Rickman is dead.
I've adored--and I use the term precisely--this man as a person and as an actor and as a thinker for decades.
I sobbed.
Like I did when my dad died.
I am still weeping.
I suppose I should have suspected when he and Rima finally married after 50+ years of living together. I thought it was just smart, long-term planning because inheritance laws in the UK are complicated and expensive, especially with intellectual property.
I will be crying, on and off, all day I suspect.
He was part of my "mind family"--the people who fed my thoughts and my thinking. The only one who will hurt more, I suspect, is Lois Bujold.
But Alan Rickman is dead.
I've adored--and I use the term precisely--this man as a person and as an actor and as a thinker for decades.
I sobbed.
Like I did when my dad died.
I am still weeping.
I suppose I should have suspected when he and Rima finally married after 50+ years of living together. I thought it was just smart, long-term planning because inheritance laws in the UK are complicated and expensive, especially with intellectual property.
I will be crying, on and off, all day I suspect.
He was part of my "mind family"--the people who fed my thoughts and my thinking. The only one who will hurt more, I suspect, is Lois Bujold.