RIP Gary Coleman and Dennis Hopper
Posted on | May 29, 2010 | Comments Off
She wasn’t sure how to describe exactly how she felt over the loss of two actors over the last couple days. Obviously she didn’t know these men personally, but they both had come into her home via TV and movies and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, but also a reminder of her own mortality. Gary Coleman wasn’t all that much older than she was and though plagued with health issues all his life, she still felt a chill just thinking about his early death.
Dennis Hopper’s career may have been a roller coaster in between his drug and alcohol use, but there were some good movies in there. He was one of those actors that you just enjoyed watching even if he wasn’t the “main event” and she definitely felt that the world had lost something with his passing. He would be missed, at least by her, and she looked forward to watching a marathon of his movies in tribute.
She figured that the coming days would be scattered with these death notices as actors she’d grown up with either passed of natural causes or as in the case of Corey Haim and Britney Murphy, died of complications from an illness while having a drug problem and caused a big scandal. Oh we must not forget Michael Jackson, dying from the medication given to him to sleep which is usually used as anesthesia. (Ridiculous!!!) And suicides. And accidents. People would be dying. That’s life. You get older and you watch the people around you die, until it’s your turn.
Funny how the job she loved involved trying to keep people from dying, and how she wasn’t always successful. One minute a patient would be alive, and the next they weren’t. There was something very special about being there the moment someone died. Whatever you may believe, you can feel something happen during that time if you pay attention.
She thought about the Uncle she recently buried and the last time she saw him, both alive and dead. She thought about her brother and how she wished she could have been there for the moment he died. She hoped he knew she loved him. She thought about her own death, and that she hoped it wouldn’t be too hard for her family, that she lived a long and happy (ok, well, long) life so they didn’t whisper “it was much too soon” at her funeral. . .
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