It has been a rough couple of weeks.
I lost my Zaida and then Kate lost her grandpa, and then yesterday I woke up to the news that Roger Ebert had passed away. Old people: I can’t handle this.
From his final blog post (after he realized his cancer had returned): http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2013/04/a_leave_of_presense.html
Can I say? Roger Ebert was a bit of a role model for me: he was a great writer, he loved movies, and he was an intelligent and thoughtful man. Read any and all of his blog posts or reviews, you will be suitably impressed.
My condolences to his wife Chaz, and all who knew & loved him. We lost a great man.
It’s weird but I am putting more thought into Ebert’s death than that of my own Zaida’s; I can’t handle that thought process right now and probably will only really begin dealing with it when I return to Montreal and see my dad.
Something about being here in London has made me really close off my emotions, I don’t have close friends to talk about most things with and I don’t particularly want to burden Kate when she has so much going on. So instead I write in my journal and keep quiet and try to busy myself with writing cooking exploring whatever.
I can’t wait to go back to being me, though. The girl with a zillion stories a minute. That’ll be better for my writing as well.