Thanks, John (and Jenny). And I wish the same to you both and to everyone else here.
I just sat in front of the TV watching a bit about it on HLN and saying out loud "I can't fucking believe this." Then they got going on in graphic detail about how he was found, what he looked like, etc. And I said "You BASTARDS." I can't/won't watch it anymore. I put on the Evening News on one of the networks, and at least they did a tasteful job of talking about his accomplishments and left it at that.
What have we become that we have to have these media circuses when something like this happens? Hell, I thought it was horrible when they did it to Anna Nicole Smith. But this is insufferable.
Jesus. Whatever happened to allowing someone some dignity, if at no other time, at least in death? Cretins.
(I think I'm going at rapid-fire speed into the Anger phase. And I think I'm gonna be here for a while.)
Rest in peace, Heath. You were beautiful. And what you gave us all will live in our hearts forever.
Barb. Oh my.
It is so good to see you. I hope all is well in Sunny Florida. Excepting sad, sad news, of course--
Pay no mind to those cretins. The yammering becomes a murmur and then blessed silence. (I haven't had a TV for over ten years, so it's probably easy for me to say, but still--)
I've been reading lots of posts this evening (what I can, that is, it is rather difficult) and I have been writing a few short notes--but when I saw your kind note I just had to reply.
So here's something that the yammering TV boobs might not have mentioned about Tuesday, January 22, 2008. It was a strange, strange day. I sat in a Starbucks on Delancey and Allen for while, and thought--about nothing in particular. Peaceful.
And then weirdly, 'coincidentally,' I walked down Broome Street, around 12:30 or so, then walked back and turned left onto Layfayette---
I went home, had lunch, looked out the window, at the East River. (It had been very sunny in the very early morning, but then it turned gray.) Suddenly it was snowing--quite a lot. It was pretty. Then suddenly, around 3 o,clock, or so, it stopped, it cleared, and there was no trace that it had ever snowed.
Very gray day, cold and clear, but as I said earlier, very peaceful.
You have a quiet, peaceful evening, Barb. Pay no mind.
xxxx
John