Random thoughts:
· 28 year olds aren't supposed to die, and I feel angry that it happens. I'm mad at fate or God or whatever it is that allows it.
· Parents aren't supposed to bury their children.
· Children shouldn't have to grow up without their fathers.
· Mothers shouldn't have to explain to their children why their daddy ain't there anymore, shouldn't have to work to keep the father’s memory alive to them.
· I hate that his sisters have lost their brother, that there's one less in their special, unique group now.
· I hate what his friends and family are going to have to go through. After awhile, they will go on living their lives. Then, something will make them think of Heath, and, in a split second, they'll realize he's no longer here. It's like when the power goes off and you walk into a room and flick on the light switch but no light comes on.
· I hate that those two ladies had to go through finding him like they did. That must have been horrible.
· I hate that to some people, Heath's death is just a news story, whether they are reading/hearing/watching it or reporting it.
· The cause of Heath’s death is all speculation right now, but I wonder if it was caused by an accidental, bad combination of meds, that they mixed together just wrong to stop his heart. I'm reminded of the night before my grandfather died, how he was miserable but the doctors wouldn't give him anything stronger than a Tylenol because his blood pressure was already dangerously low and stronger meds would lower it even more and kill him.
· He will surely be remembered at the Oscars, and he'll get roaring applause.
· The release of the next Batman movie later this year will be well publicized, and there's going to be this sadness attached to it all now.
· I don't want Heath to join the ranks of James Dean and Marilyn Monroe and Janis Joplin and all the other celebrities who died too young. I don't want him to be remembered by much of the world as that actor guy who died at 28. I don't want him to be more famous dead than alive. I don't want him to have the “cache,” or whatever you call it, of dying young.
· I wanted to see how his career went as he aged, what roles he took, if he even stayed in acting. I was hoping see him when he got much older, like in his 60s and 70s, wondering what he was going to be like, how he'd look, what he'd be doing.
· I hate that there will be no more movies with him, no more shots of him carrying Matilda on his shoulders, no more charmingly awkward interviews, no more celebrity sighting reports.
· I know already that I'm going to buy every newspaper and magazine I can find that feature articles on Heath's life and death, even the trashy ones. I'll bet he gets the cover of People's next issue, probably the whole thing.
· I hate that, like with Cass Elliot, errors and inaccuracies and speculations are probably going to be remembered and associated with Heath’s death.
· I can be jaded and cynical, and I hate that one of the relatively few things that could get me excited like a kid is gone.
· I hate we're never going to get Heath’s commentary on a DVD edition of “Brokeback Mountain.”
· I hate that the sad, melancholy feeling that permeates “Brokeback Mountain” has increased exponentially and that it's based on reality, that it's not because of the death of a fictional character. As hard as Jack's death is to take, Heath’s seems harder for me because it's not just a movie.
· I hate that we're never going to get to see corny reunions of Jake and Heath on awards shows.
· I hate thinking about what was going through his mind as he died.
· I hate this feeling that a good book I started reading or a wonderful movie I started watching just ended, got truncated, no warning, when it seemed like there was so much more to go, and I was so looking forward to it.
· I hate that to a whole lotta people, my grief and mourning for Heath is not considered legitimate because he was a celebrity, someone that I didn't know but knew of. It brings back bad memories of a situation from my younger days. I feel a little like I reckon Ennis did when Jack died or like the narrator of “Ode to Billy Joe.”
· I hate that there's nothing I can do about this but get through it. Life will go on, and I'll feel better soon enough, but things aren't going to be quite the same. My Brokeback friends are a comfort and I appreciate you all, but nothing seems to really make me feel that much better. As cheesy as it may sound, Heath took a little bit of my heart and joy with him when he died, and I want them and him back.
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