Generally I like to stay positive, but this week has had some awful things happen.
First, there was Bowie. That was upsetting.
Today, the world lost Alan Rickman. This breaks my heart.
Growing up with two brothers, Die Hard was a favourite film. I always loved and hated Hans Gruber. He was deliciously evil. That voice… It has remained one of my favourite Christmas movies.
In high school I discovered Dogma. Rickman’s role, Metatron, was delightfully sarcastic. He played an excellent Ken Doll. It is also one of my favourite movies.
In college there was Harry Potter. He was perfect in the role of Severus Snape! He was bad and good at the same time. My first taste of Harry Potter was watching The Chamber of Secrets at a friend’s house back in the days of Blockbuster. Despite a strong dislike of spiders, I was mesmerized, enchanted. Part of that enchantment was Alan Rickman’s voice. Shortly after, I recalled there were books and I had to have them. I regret avoiding them in high school as I once thought they were too childish for the goth kid I was in those days. I hadn’t been reading much then and Harry Potter got me back into reading. I would not be the writer I am today if not for those books. Thank you, JK Rowling.
David Bowie and Alan Rickman may not have been the only losses in the entertainment world recently, but the loss of Alan Rickman hurts me the most because of the connection to my formative years.
Everyone around me goes about their day like nothing awful has happened.
Excuse me while I shed tears for Alan Rickman.
Karate can’t come fast enough.