Yesterday a blanket of darkness was thrown on me at approximately 2:05:16 pm PST. I was sitting at my desk doing my usual routine of whining that I wished I was home when a friend shot me a link. Not knowing where the url led, I clicked on it and saw that Heath Ledger was found dead less than two hours prior.
Granted, I don’t know the guy, but I know that he was a breath of fresh air amongst a stale industry. For the past ten years I’ve watched him grow from a teeny bopper flicks to serious roles that few would brave.
I had to step outside and absorb the news. When I returned home, I called my daughter to tell her about the somber news as both her and I had enjoyed viewing his career and seeing him become stronger as an actor as time progressed.
It was so random. Unexpected. 50 years premature.
He was a promise and a reminder that there was actual talent out there who knew their craft and did it well.
Silence is the only thing that seems to capture my reaction. I don’t feel like crying for the loss. I feel merely like sitting in silence and hoping that he left knowing he was respected in his field. That he helped to set a standard in his professional life that I hope others try to reach at and above and that he truly assisted in keeping my love of film going.
I truly don’t care the why or how, it doesn’t matter at this point. What matters is a hopeful has passed and he will be missed.
Current Mood:
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