^This was my cat Lucy’s morning. Big plans to go out and conquer the world, but she walked out the door and found it was too cold, too windy, too harsh. That was a big “nope,” which was followed by an immediate retreat back into the warmth of the house.
This is basically how my morning went, too. Ready to focus, to work… And finding out that Alan Rickman has left us. Not a personal friend of mine (unfortunately, our paths never seemed to cross), but an actor I admired. And I’m not ashamed to admit it, a huge celebrity crush.
Yeah. I fantasized about him reading to me. That voice, man. That talent.
So I’ve retreated, much like Lucy did, from a world that seems a bit colder and darker than it did yesterday, having lost one of its bright spots. I’m working, but in bed, surrounded by dogs and blankets and chocolate. We all are allowed to mourn these losses.
To those who say, “you didn’t even know him”: That’s not the point. It never is when a celebrity passes and fans mourn. They were a part of our little worlds, and their deaths leave holes. It hurts, and we need to grieve and to heal, to mourn as we would any loss.
The fact that people we’ve never met can inspire us, touch us, and leave their marks on our hearts is something beautiful and uniquely human. Even when it hurts.
Take care, guys.