As everyone knows, Robin Williams was found dead of suicide yesterday. His son went to my high school. He was 63.
Less people know that a costume designer I worked with died yesterday too, from complications from breast cancer. She was 41.
Everyone is about to learn that Lauren Bacall passed away today. She was 89.
Life is so delicate. I’m doing a play called Steel Magnolias, and the title is hitting me very hard today. We are all always on the edge of it, you know? Depression is a terrible disease. So is cancer. And aging? We’re all on our way, every day.
I whine occasionally because everyone I know (it seems) is getting engaged. It makes me feel behind, in a way, but simultaneously closer to old-maid-dom (even though I’m in a very serious relationship anyway). And isn’t that the thing? We are all things at once– past and future selves, behind in some ways and ahead in others.
As the boy (now a man) from Richard Linklater’s film Boyhood states at the end of the movie, “It’s always right now.”
I am grateful for my right now— more today than usual.