Sunday, July 19, 2009
I tend to roll my eyes at celebrity death mourning. You don't know Farrah Fawcette, you don't know Betty White. You know what they did, who they pretended to be, and how much you enjoyed it. But Frank McCourt's death hits me like a truck. This isn't a celebrity who got famous being someone else. This is a man who shared his life-- no matter how controversially-- with the world and did it poetically, beautifully, and touched many people's hearts.
I count myself lucky to be among them. Rest in Peace, Frank.