When Christopher Reeve died just over a year ago, I found the way it affected me peculiar. I'm not a star-watcher - in fact, my feelings for most of Hollywood range from annoyance to disgust, when I notice them at all.
Now Dana Reeve, Chris' wife, has followed him at the obscenely-early age of 44, a victim of lung cancer. They have a 13 year old son who will now face the daunting task of going through his teen years without a parent. I can't imagine.
It's not like tragedy doesn't strike other families - the Reeves didn't have the misfortune to be born in Darfur, for example. But stories like this one provide a very real there-but-for-the-grace-of-God perspective to me. And like their politics or not, they were good people, courageous people, positive people.
Bad things happen. I understand that. I just wish the bad things could limit themselves to bad people.