Current mood:
depressed I'm not good at this kind of stuff.... and it's been a long time since I've had to be...
But, I just want to take a moment to remember two people, who were both a very important part of my life - for just a moment.
Irv, who passed away last month. He was the DP on my pet project Legend of the Red Reaper.
And Chris, a kick ass stunt guy who came all the way out to Saint Augustine to help us with stunts. He was kind enough to let me kill him on screen. And it was his idea for me to have one fist balled up during my rampage through Nephek.
Right around my birthday, about 2 years ago, Chris was performing at the Pirates dinner show. He got a bunch of us tickets, and we came out to watch. In one of my rare moments, I managed to get completely plastered drunk. It had something to do with my low blood sugar, not eating all day and 2 glasses of wine before food. I was in a great mood. And then something a little odd happened. Chris and I were talking, and he told me about his cancer. He'd been in remission for a year or so, and thought things were going to be fine. But I started to cry. I cried so hard. I haven't cried that hard since Cory's funeral. But there he was, flabbergasted. And didn't stop for the rest of the night.
Amber aka Freya, put me to bed that night. She tucked me in and said something sweet.
And when I woke the next morning, I found I'd cried all the make up off of my face.
I was too embarrassed to face Chris after that. I felt so silly. Getting so upset over what seemed to be nothing to him. In retrospect, it doesn't seem that much like nothing.
I have no point to this. I'm just a little sad. I wish I'd been there more for him.
But, I just want to take a moment to remember two people, who were both a very important part of my life - for just a moment.
Irv, who passed away last month. He was the DP on my pet project Legend of the Red Reaper.
And Chris, a kick ass stunt guy who came all the way out to Saint Augustine to help us with stunts. He was kind enough to let me kill him on screen. And it was his idea for me to have one fist balled up during my rampage through Nephek.
Right around my birthday, about 2 years ago, Chris was performing at the Pirates dinner show. He got a bunch of us tickets, and we came out to watch. In one of my rare moments, I managed to get completely plastered drunk. It had something to do with my low blood sugar, not eating all day and 2 glasses of wine before food. I was in a great mood. And then something a little odd happened. Chris and I were talking, and he told me about his cancer. He'd been in remission for a year or so, and thought things were going to be fine. But I started to cry. I cried so hard. I haven't cried that hard since Cory's funeral. But there he was, flabbergasted. And didn't stop for the rest of the night.
Amber aka Freya, put me to bed that night. She tucked me in and said something sweet.
And when I woke the next morning, I found I'd cried all the make up off of my face.
I was too embarrassed to face Chris after that. I felt so silly. Getting so upset over what seemed to be nothing to him. In retrospect, it doesn't seem that much like nothing.
I have no point to this. I'm just a little sad. I wish I'd been there more for him.
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