The first thing I read when I went online on a beautiful Wednesday morning was the shocking death of Heath Ledger. It felt like a joke, only there was nothing funny to it. At just 28 and with the whole world seemingly in front him, it is indeed a tragic loss.
Frankly, I had never finished watching his critically-acclaimed Brokeback Mountain but nonetheless all his other movies were enough to register his name in my mind way back in my high school days. From the first teen flick 10 Things I Hate About You, to the patriotic eldest son of Mel Gibson's character in The Patriot, to the heroic knight in A Knight's Tale and to the dashing casanova in Casanova, I enjoyed watching them all. And I was looking forward to watching him potraying Jocker in the soon-to-be-screened Batman: The Dark Knight. Instead, now it would feel kinda different knowing the person up there is actually 6 feet under.
My deepest condolences to his family and his daughter, Matilda, who will have to grow up without ever truly getting to know her dad.
Heath Ledger, may you rest in peace.