Goodbye Heath

I was congratulating myself thoroughly. I was getting back on my rigourous workout regimen. I was sleeping better. My fiancé and I made up after our millionth idiotic fight. So, what was this feeling like something was wrong - this weird sense of foreboding that something just wasn't right?

That weird feeling - one that could be easily mistaken for gas - usually culminated in someone I knew/cared about dying or getting in serious trouble. This feeling is not limited to people I live/work around, but extends to people I admire. For instance, that ominous feeling came days before Aaliyah's shocking death. So, this evening, again, congratulating myself on a workout well done, I check my phone only to see that I received a text message stating "Dude, Heath Ledger's dead!!" Verbatim. I looked to see who the hell would send me this kind of nonsense (it just had to be a sick joke). It was from my best friend here... and she wasn't the type to b.s... at least not to this extent. I knew I had to accept this news as the truth.

Earlier this afternoon, Heath Ledger, an actor I had crushed heavily on (of course amongst many other sisters with taste... and gay guys who thought they had a ray of hope with him since Brokeback) passed away for reasons yet unconfirmed. (I will not insult his memory with implications of drug overdose, unless that has been proven conclusively). It was my sincere hope that I would have been able to meet him in person. Ah well - I guess that would make heaven a little sweeter.

Goodbye, talented handsome actor I never had the priviledge to meet. I pray that God will comfort all those who loved him most, and that He will guide his spirit home. R.I.P....