When I read of David Bowie’s death recently, I felt sorry that he had been sick. And admiration that he kept his illness private. And then, I watched “Lazarus” and was speechless.
A talent that spanned decades, took on so many forms. Isn’t it wonderful that artists’ creations live on long after the artist has passed?
And then this morning. Alan Rickman. He holds a place in my heart, a place smaller than the one I hold for my husband, who jokingly refers to Mr. Rickman as my ‘boyfriend.’ Also 69 years old, which seems alarmingly young to this 57-year-old. Also ill, and we didn’t know. So, in tribute to this immensely talented actor, I offer a few of my favorite Alan Rickman moments. Thank you, sir.