I'm Sad

For any of you who haven't heard the news, Patrick Swayze died today. I find it truly a tragic tale, considering that he was fighting so hard to live.

Like any girl, I grew up on Dirty Dancing. It came out when I was 11. I didn't actually see it until years later, but I remember being enthralled by the love story of Baby and Johnny Castle. To me, Johnny embodied the ultimate BAD boy. Black leather, tight pants and moves. LOL! Now, as an adult, I can watch that movie and see the things that are just wrong about it, but for a long time, the magic of that movie...*sigh*

And then there was Ghost. Man, that movie is just depressing. Sure, the scene with the clay was deeply erotic and the song that played kills me every time I hear it. The end was stupid, but I'm doing my best to think of Mr. Swayze being in peace and not having to be in so much pain.

I wonder that his death has hit me harder than any of the other celebrity deaths we've heard of lately. Maybe it's because his movies were the movies of my teen years; impressionable years where I wished I could move like his leading ladies

No, he wasn't attractive; not to me anyway, but the man had a sense of grace about him that made him attractive. I hope his wife is able to find some peace and know that she had a long, hopefully happy marriage and that he isn't in pain anymore. That's all we can hope for.

Rest in Peace, Mr. Swayze. You shall be missed.