Heath Ledger Part Deux, RIP!

As the days go by, I slowly recover from Heath Ledger's passing.

It was so hard last week and right up to yesterday, when a co-worker of mine, chimed in that she took just as hard even knowing fully well that she was not a fan and is not a movie media loving fanatic. There are just some underlying elements of his death that ring true that make you stop and wonder about your being, your existence, your purpose and your goals.

I was a wreck all through last week, and right up to now. I know about people getting killed in a war, I know about people dying of hunger, mothers and children dying of hunger, disease, and war-torn, poverty stricken countries. Of course, I know that first-hand because I am African. That doesn't mean that I am making little of that because I choose to mourn an actor that had it way better than someone who lives on the street in Ajegunle and cannot feed their children. No, it just rings true in some unspeakable way that I cannot quite put into words.

I think Daniel Day-Lewis said it best when he said, that even though he never knew Heath, he is sure he would have liked him if they had ever met. His sister mentioned something about him in her statement, which I wish I could recite or state verbatim, but it went something like this, that to many people, he was this and that...but to her, he would always be her baby brother. And then so suddenly, my brother called me last week just to find out if I am okay. I don't know why. Some things just make you stop and think, so it is.

I am sure he is waking up in the after-life thinking, "WTF, did I die? I thought I just went into a deep slumber. I don't want to leave yet, what about my daughter." That just rings true when you think about it, and makes it hurt even more. I hope to somewhat recover from this, today is the first step to doing and living like I normally would, and thinking, it was meant to be, and that's just the true story of it.