Heath Ledger
Wow. It’s Kurt Cobain all over again. I was just a kid when Cobain died, but it deeply affected me. Back then, the sight of his feet on the floor of his Seattle home twisted my teenage brain inside out. Now it’s the sight of Ledger’s body being carried out in a black body bag. My heart hurts with the thought that inside that bag was such a young man with so much promise. Here we are, about fifteen years later, and I find myself in a funk all over again. Yeah, I didn’t know Heath Ledger. But the tragedy of it brings tears to my eyes and a sinking feeling in my chest. Just like Cobain, Ledger had so much potential. And so many demons, apparently. I don’t know why I feel so hurt, but I think it has everything to do with Matilda. I feel terrible for her. I feel such a huge sense of loss. I know how I feel about my little girl, and how close she is with my husband, and my heart is broken for Matilda. She’ll never get to really know her daddy. In this world where we grow up thinking we know celebrities, the flip side of that sense of familiarity is that when something like this happens, it really hurts. I’m really sorry, Matilda. :-( And to Heath, I hope you find peace.
