Another celebrity dies too young

January 28, 2008

by Jennifer Gallus

I am always shocked to hear about the death of anyone, whether it is someone I once knew, a relative, or a celebrity; and whether it was expected or not.

This morning was no different when I heard about the passing of Heath Ledger. My husband, on the other hand, always reacts the same way when a celebrity dies. He always says, “So?” He’s very much uninterested and unaffected by the loss of celebrities. This perplexes me.

I’ve had a crush on Ledger ever since I watched “A Knight’s Tale.” It’s a very cute story and is one of my favorites. I also enjoyed Ledger in “The Patriot,” another excellent movie.

Contrary to what the critics and awards shows thought of “Broke Back Mountain,” I did not care for that movie even though my beloved Ledger was in it.

I kept waiting for a storyline and for some kind of reason to feel sorry for the two individuals who couldn’t express their love openly. Actually, I didn’t see any kind of emotional connection or love between the two, only a physical relationship, which didn’t make much sense to me.

I think the celebrity that I was most shocked to hear of her passing was Princess Diana. I still remember hearing the news one morning and just couldn’t believe it.

Shortly after her passing, my sister and I attended a presentation in downtown Minneapolis for a new line of dishes that Fergie, the Dutchess of York, designed.

My sister asked me to go with her because she thought it sounded cool and she wanted to buy some of the dishes. My oldest son was about 1-year-old at the time and I really didn’t want to go.

I was talked into going. We sat in the front row while Fergie spoke, and we ended up not only talking to Fergie, but getting our picture taken with her. She was so nice.

While I was holding my son, I was taking a picture from behind a rope line of my niece getting her newly purchased teapot signed by Fergie. Fergie looked up and said, “Oh, mum should get a picture too!” She got up from the table she was sitting at, walked over to me, and asked my sister to take a picture of her, my son, and I.

She is touching my son’s tummy in the picture, and I still have the outfit he wore that day. Well, I went off in a side story there, but whenever I think of Princess Diana, I think of Fergie, and vice versa.

Of course, the death of the crocodile hunter, Steve Irwin, was also shocking to hear about last year. This was especially confusing to my 7-year-old who loves his shows and watches them regularly.

He often says while he’s watching Irwin, “He didn’t die yet in this one, right?”

I think it’s hard for kids to realize the finality of death, yet they hold so much light inside that they know and believe that the person truly is happy and having a good time with God. This is something that us adults need a reminder of when grieving for loved ones.


The other day my 8-year-old said to me, “How come your vines (veins) in your hands are sticking out? Maybe it’s because you’re aging – you know, getting older and older and older.”