I don’t believe I have seen any of Natasha Richardson’s movies. I had heard of her, of course, but I didn’t follow her career. I do not understand why I am so, so, sad to hear that she died from this little, no big deal fall on a ski slope. (And a bunny slope at that.)
I have followed this story today as if I was in the waiting room of the hospital. Why did I suddenly get emotionally attached to this actress I’ve never watched? I think maybe it is because she was happily married (special anytime, but in Hollywood, rare as well) and that she had two sons close to Conner’s and Mitchell’s ages. It may be that she just seemed like a nice person, with a nice family and people who loved her….
But mostly, I think it’s because she woke up Monday morning, on vacation, with plans to do something fun with her children. She thought it was a special day because of that. I’m sure she never in a million years thought that for all intents and purposes, it was a special day in that it was her last day. Good God, how many of us have smacked our heads on something, just in our own houses? How many of us have tripped and fallen in our own yards? How quickly our lives can change.
Makes me want to renew my promises to myself – those promises I often find myself breaking:
- always say “I love you”
- never let the sun go down on an argument
- always give your spouse and kids a hug and kiss goodbye
- don’t sweat the small stuff
- be the first one to say “I’m sorry”
I will hug my family a little tighter and pray for hers. So sad.
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