The death of Natasha Richardson today saddens me. Granted, you may say that she was just another celebrity, someone I didn't know nor overly admire (although I will admit to having seen "Parent Trap" way too many times, and that scene where Hayley/Annie first comes home to England after summer camp and and she and Richardson [as her mom] hug on the steps--gets me every damn time) but, well, at 45 she was only a few years older than me. She loved food, even turning up as a guest judge on "Top Chef." Married not that long after I was, with two boys. And she and Liam Neeson seem so nice, people you wouldn't mind having as neighbors, on whose door you could knock to ask if they wouldn't mind pruning back their apple tree so it wasn't such a huge mess come fall. Happy people who just happened to have chosen acting as a profession. And the freakish way she died really sucks.
So, I bid her and her family peace. I also wish the same for Ron Silver's family, another actor I rather liked, whose career had a far broader scope that I ever realized. These things usually happen in threes but let's hope that the next one takes its time. An aging actor, a natural death, this is to be expected. But these two, it's just not fair.