I woke up today to text messages of Heath Ledger’s death. It was like a grim reality I didn’t want to face - so stupidly, in truth. It’s not like we knew him personally, but the way my friends and I talk about it, it’s as if he was a tangible part of our lives. He isn’t but fact is, he was an actor of our generation. My friends and I grew up watching his movies. 10 Things I Hate About You was my favorite (and my High School friends can attest to that and some special people too). A Knight’s Tale was one of the few movies I watched with my family. And of course, Brokeback Mountain.

Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles in Ten Things I Hate About You 

Who knew Death would make remembering him as literal as it is in tombstones?

I’m not one to obsess over actors-actresses stuff the way I do musicians and writers. But Heath Ledger’s death really got to me - not because he was Heath Ledger, but because I felt like he defined our teenage-hood, and his death, on some strangely absurd level, signalled our teenage-life’s death. We’re grown up.

A Knight’s Tale 

We are growing old, and aside from the newly-inconvenient fact of taxes which my friends and I have only experienced this year, Death remains to be the other permanent thing in life.

Crap.

Brokeback Mountain

Well, nothing beats giving a person tribute more than watching (and APPRECIATING) their work.

What’s weird is, I just sang high praises to this guy yesterday and now… he’s dead. Did I kill Heath Ledger? Heck no. He will be SORELY missed though.

Is playing Joker Heath’s last, yet greatest role? Could be.

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