The news of Heath Ledger's death is hitting me hard. He was young, he didn't seem to be any kind of party animal. He loved his daughter. He seemed to have a deeper melancholy about him that indicated he had a depth in his soul or character. That may just be conjecture, but it seems quite *wrong* that he's gone, while other unnamed celebutantes remain alive, drugging and driving and shopping like Teflon roach
es. NOT to wish a plague upon her house, but doesn't Ms Spears realize how precious and precaious life is? I hope she figures this out before it is too late.
Ledger was only 28 years old. It got me thinking about where I was at the age of 28. I was back in Orange County, living in a guest house in Newport Beach, and "concentrating on my relationship with God," as opposed to career pursuits. I had barely figured out life myself at that age.
I know that God stands outside time, and any prayers for Ledger today can count for yesterday or the day before or eternity. I pray God reaches back into time and grabs him, and that Heath finds peace, rest, and home. But what a loss. I also pray Brit figures it out before it's too late.
Jan 23, 2008
Where were you at 28?
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I was pulling into a parking spot at Wild Oats (soon to be Whole Paycheck) when I heard the news on the radio, and I literally gasped, had to stop the car, and just stare in shock. I wandered around the store in a daze and cried about it more than once. You are so right: it is senseless, and again that "overdeveloped sense of justice" I've been told I have reared its head when I started comparing him to others, the way you did here. I can't stop thinking about it now, about his daughter especially.
Susan, it is still true that God is in his heaven and all is actually right with the world. Justice and mercy are as eternal as prayers.
Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb. Trust in the LORD, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Let nothing disturb you. Nothing frighten you. All things are passing. God never changes. Patience obtains all things. Nothing is wanting to him who posesses God.
God knows "fair" a lot better than we do. He'll take care of it.
These aren't platitudes. They're matters of Faith, and more solid than rock.
It just sucks, right? I mean, there's no reason. He was jetlagged from working in London and flying home, we've all been there.
He had pneumonia and was taking meds for that. We've been there.
Maybe he just took an extry sleeping pill, the way i would take an extra Darvacet because one was just not killing the pain in my herniated disc.
Maybe my heart would stop.
There's nothing to be read into here. At least I don't think so. This was just a bad night with the flu. Nice guy. Not a great guy. Not a bad guy. talented, but not the greatest in the world. Better actor than most, not as good as others. A father that loved his daughter, like so very many others.
I don't know that "God" has anything to do with this. I think it's just a crappy day for a good guy.
But, that's just me.
Thanks for posting about Heath here... I too just felt sideswiped when I heard the news. Poor depressed, non-sleeping, young Heath... poor daughter. It reminded me of River Phoenix's death too... struck down at the heights.
It reminds me we're not in control at all, and it makes me shake.
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