Some months are like that. It's one funeral after another. This was one of those. While checking out the times for a funeral for a member of our club, two columns over I see the obit for a friend's brother. I hadn't seen her in a few months and wondered why she never returned our calls for a get together. A day later another friend passed away after keeping her cancer a secret for months. Melancholy overload... now I always wonder why the death of some stars really gets to me. I don't know them only their image and work but I guess we are all influenced by them somehow. I was shaken up when I first heard the news of Elizabeth Montgomery's death. I loved her and was such a fan of her work. So although I knew this day would come for Patrick Swayze, I felt terrible none the less. Not the greatest actor, but a sincere one and somehow a person we felt was a good and kind man. I could watch Dirty Dancing every night and not be bored with it. Who else could have pulled off that role. A low budget movie with some corny lines, but he delivered them like it was an Academy Award caliber picture. I felt so bad for his sufering, but after watching tributes to his life and career, it seemed he had much happiness. What more can be said for any of us?
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