When I was a teenager, my parents went away for their anniversary for a week and let me stay home by myself for the first time. It just so happened that their trip coincided with Halloween. The evening of Halloween I spent at church, helping man one of the booths at our annual fall festival. By the time I headed home it was dark out and it being Halloween, I let my fancy get the best of me. Nervous about going into the house, my best friends’ mom went in with me. She took the time to go through each room with me, checking out closets and making sure all of the windows and doors were locked. It was silly on my part, but she didn’t think anything of taking those few minutes to make sure I felt safe.
I’ve been thinking about her a lot this week. She had been battling cancer, at one point the prognosis wasn’t so hot. But then her family received miraculous news. The tumor had shrunk by half! Cheers and rejoicing took place and many prayers of thanks were lifted up. So the events of this last week came as an even more devastating blow. The ravages of chemo and radiation had taken their toll on her poor body and her heart stopped beating. By the time she had been stabilized by paramedics, her brain had been without oxygen so long that she had brain damage and couldn’t breathe on her own. My dear friends and their father were left having to make choices that I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
Sunday morning this wonderful woman, whom I viewed for so many years as a second mother, passed away.
This may seem like an odd thing to post about on a blog mostly dedicated to Richard Armitage, but it isn’t. It was a friend I’d met because of Richard Armitage who offered me her phone number, when she learned how upset I was, and told me to call her at any time if I needed to talk. It was fellow fans who chatted with me, telling jokes, providing me with my preferred brand of medicine (pictures of attractive actors), offering virtual hugs and shoulders to cry on, even though we’ve never met in person.
Then there was the influx of Richard Armitage news throughout the week. I would have been excited about it no matter what, but the timing has been such a godsend. It has provided joy and distraction during this time. Joining with others on Twitter and in Armitage World Chat to share in the unfolding events was just what I needed. It may not have taken away the sorrow, but it has been a balm to my soul.
So thank you Richard Armitage, for continuing to be your wonderful self. Seeing you shine and hearing your thoughtful remarks along with the praises heaped on you by your director and fellow actors has been a joy. And thank you my fellow fans. Even though most of you didn’t know it, you have been helping me through a devastating time, and I couldn’t be more grateful for you all.
After writing this, I’m in need of a good dose of medicine: