Right now I cannot comply.
Like many, I woke up this morning to the sad, sad news that Alan Rickman passed away from cancer at age 69.
Alan was my first celebrity crush. I was a tiny bit enamored with him.
Okay, more than a tiny bit, but I couldn’t let it show. I was kinda young ya know.
My family loved watching the Die Hard films as well as Robin Hood, so I was exposed to him on the regular.
Alas, I had to work today.
My next feeling, though, was anger.
First Bowie and now Rickman? Both the same age and both fighting cancer? In the same week?
I have too many of the feels. Bowie’s death left me numb, but this death… Someone that ended up being so integral in my life in different ways at different times… I sat on the couch and cried this morning before getting in the car… and crying… before getting to work… and crying into my coffee.
I have no doubt that I’ll be enjoying a beverage (and the ice cream in my freezer) tonight in honor of this man.
Sleep tight, Half-Blood Prince.