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Another Senseless Loss

I suppose no news from Hollywood should come as a shock these days.

But the headlines this afternoon made me gasp. And then feel very, very sad. So much potential...lost.

One story pointed out that two years ago at this time, Heath Ledger was an Oscar nominee. Today he's dead, surrounded by a bunch of pills and innuendo.

The 28-year-old left behind a child, an ex, various friends and family, and a legion of fans who mourn not only the loss of a talented person but of a wealth of possibility and promise.

It's one of those tragic Hollywood "endings" becoming tired and quite typical. What a shame.

There are places we can't return. There are truths we can't deny. These are two sentiments taken from a Brokeback Mountain trailer and a fitting way to say goodbye. Along with a last look at great work...

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Brianne said…
I had the exact same reaction - a gasp and then just a wrenching sadness. Which surprised me because while I always thought he was cute, never did see too many of his movies. But how SAD. He was only 28. :( He'll be fondly remembered.
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