In Remembrance

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It has taken me 70 days now to feel comfortable addressing one of the worst days of my life, and even now part of me still aches. January 14, 2016 was the Thursday of my wedding week. I was stressed while handling last minute details, but super excited for my rehearsal that afternoon and for family and friends there were all arriving to West Palm Beach that day and the next. When I woke up, I received the first text informing me of the terrible news. The love of my life, Alan Rickman, had passed away after battling cancer.


I was shocked. How had I not known he was suffering? I had seen him just a few years prior and he was healthy, lively, and sharing his craft with the world through theatre.



Throughout the day, I continued to receive texts and messages of condolences and support. My husband (fiancĂ© at the time) messaged me, before we were set to see each other at the church for our rehearsal, telling me that he was so sorry it happened the week of our wedding. 

The pain is still very real and raw. When I hear that deep, beautiful accent, part of me dies a little inside. However, I will do my best to live on and honor his memory by disliking every Facebook status or childish statement that refers to Mr. Rickman solely as Professor Severus Snape. His resume extends much farther than his role in the Harry Potter universe: Colonel Brandon, Eli Michaelson, Alexander Dane, Metatron, and, of course, Hans Gruber (just to name a few).  

Despite all of this, my phone internet browser will forever contain countless chapters of Snape/Hermione fanfiction.


RIP Alan Rickman
1946 - 2016




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