I like to think it’s pretty well known that I am a big fan of Cory Monteith. I think my post of support for Cory’s decision to enter rehab several months ago shows how big of a fan I am.
So to say that Cory’s passing shook me is an understatement. No one expected him to die at such a young age.
It’s tragic. It’s terrible. It’s heartbreaking. It’s sickening. It’s unfair. It’s everything that death always is. It’s everything I felt when I lost both my mother and grandfather to cancer. It’s everything that is terrible about being human, about living and dying. It’s terrible that Cory had to die alone. No one deserves that. Least of all him.
I threw up shortly after I received the news. I haven’t slept very well. It’s part illness and part well…shock.
Since I am legitimately sick, I have been thinking a lot about this since I am not allowed to go to work at the moment. I apologize if this seems rambling and weird because I just don’t really know how to put what I’m feeling into words. But I’m going to try.