death is final.
It's not the first time a celebrity death has left the world (well, in this case, more like, me) reeling from the shock. I remember actually gasping "no no no no" when news broke of Heath Ledger's death. Without meaning to belittle any of the tragic deaths, I must tell you that I'm not even a huge fan of either Heath or Cory, but they do have that similarity where they're included in the case of "only the good die young", I suppose. Both had their careers ahead of them, with Monteith just starting out. Heath was starting to get the recognition he deserved. They might have had their problems - Cory with his substance abuse, Heath with his prescription drugs and stress - but they seemed to be right on track, especially with such a great support system. In Heath's case, his little family, Michelle and Matilda (even though he was already separated at the time, she was still and always will be his family). In Cory's case, he had Lea, who supported him through and through as he went into rehab.
Michelle, Matilda, Lea. The family and friends left behind. This is what gets me. Heath was supposed to take a break after filming The Dark Knight, due to his exhaustion. He was supposed to spend more time with his daughter. Then there's Cory and Lea, who I heard were supposed to get married in just two weeks. Instead, now she has to be in his funeral. My heart breaks. The worst thing is, they have to go through this all in public. Instead of grieving privately, they have to face the world eventually. Not for the first time, I'm glad I'm not a celebrity and I so hope that the media would leave them alone. But no, media never really does, doesn't it? Even when Natasha Richardson died, they wouldn't leave Liam Neeson and his two sons alone.
Death is such a final, resolute, finite word. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared of death. Matter of faith and whether I've been a good enough person as far as I lived so far aside, I'm so scared to live life meaninglessly. To have not experienced more... just more. To leave this world with regrets, with pain, for having hurt or neglected the people who truly love me. They say to live life to the fullest. I say take it day by day. Embrace, truly embrace, the people who love you. They're the ones who will always be there for you and love you no matter what. Life, again, is so fucking short. You are not supposed to die at 31. Or 28, 27. Or 6, just like those poor kids at Sandy Hook. But you know what, sometimes tragedies occur so we could be hit in the fucking heads and appreciate each other more.
And me? I need to live and let go of past hung-ups.
RIP, Cory.
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