Before I even got out of bed tonight, M broke the news about Roger Ebert’s death. He hated to be the bearer of bad news, of course, yet he also knew I’d want to know right away.
Having just written a story about Ebert’s “leave of presence,” I was not surprised but still unbelievably saddened by the news. My first thought was for his wife Chaz, who loved him so very much. My second was for the rest of us, the movie lovers of the world, and what we have lost. It wasn’t until I saw Ebert’s obituary on TV, though, that it really hit me. Only then did the tears start to flow.
Farewell, Roger. And thank you for all of your wonderful words.
