Today I slept in 2 extra hours. I needed it. I was exhausted from juggling two writing deadlines with a heavy work load at the law firm where I'm a paralegal. When I did finally crawl out of bed around 7, I was greeted with two sad bits of news:
1) I did not win the $1.5 billion Powerball.
2) Alan Rickman had died.
The first one I expected. The second cut me to my heart.
|From Truly Madly Deeply|
Over the years I have watched this man, this brilliant actor, play comedy, action, drama, bad guys, and good guys. I watched him age and never once lost my attraction to him as both a man and an actor. His voice alone could make me weak in the knees.
I even wrote him into my Odelia Grey mystery series, giving Odelia the same star crush:
I was sitting on my sofa, knee deep into the bucket-o-puddin’, watching the movie Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves. It’s one of my all time favorites. Not because it stars Kevin Costner, but because it boasts the British actor Alan Rickman cast as the Sheriff of Nottingham. I have a thing for Rickman. In my eyes, he is right up there with My-T-Fine chocolate pudding. (from The Curse Of The Holy Pail)
I was ... I am ... an Alan Rickman SUPER FAN!
I'm in my 60's now and it seems at least once a week, celebrities, TV and movie stars, musicians, athletes, and news makers I've grown up with are passing away. They are aging just as I am. It's a slap in the face, a brutal reminder of my own mortality.
But this lost ... this passing ... cut my heart out with a spoon...
|From Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves|