In Memoriam

Most of my friends were terribly upset by David Bowie's death last week.  And it was sad to see someone so prolific die so suddenly.  He was fairly young and was recording music up until his death. Imagine what he could have created over the next 20 years. Even though it was terribly unexpected and upsetting, I wasn't heartbroken like a lot of people were.  I was never a big fan of his, so while I thought it was sad, I wasn't broken up by his death like a lot of people were.

Today, I was.

I just can't seem to get Alan Rickman out of my head.  In all honesty, Love Actually may have been the only movie I've ever seen him in.  As a strictly Harry Potter book fan, I never saw the movies.  I know he was brilliant in them, but I've never watched them.  But he was always one of those actors that was consistently hailed as just so good.  He could play anything and play it perfectly.  But what I admired more about him was his personality off screen.  As someone who played bad guys so flawlessly, you'd think he'd be one in real life.  

But in every article and every interview I've seen of him and by all accounts, he was completely charming and wickedly funny.  He just seemed like one of those people you'd love to have dinner with just to chat.  I think that's why his death hit me hard. While David Bowie seemed like this other worldly performer, Alan Rickman seemed more down to earth and the type of actor that would always be there in Hollywood to make movies better. Imagine the performances he could have given and the good he could have done.  Rest in Peace Alan.

And not like it needs repeating, but #CancerSucks.