I can't believe of all the things going on in the world this would be the one that spurred me to write the first blog of my life. I'm sitting here, crying, like I've lost a friend, and yet I've never met the man. Strange how someone who enters your living room through a flat screened box can settle in so comfortably. No, I didn't know him, but somehow I know I would have liked him. I certainly respected him. And when he spoke, I trusted what he said. When Heath Ledger died, I was saddened by the loss of such a young man, the loss of promise and talent not fully realized. But it was a distant feeling, compassion for a stranger and those who loved him. This feels different. Perhaps its because as a journalist we catch a glimpse of the real person, not just a character portrayed. Still, he was two dimensional in my home, but a flesh and blood man to those who knew and loved him. Part of me feels almost guilty in my grief, because my loss is nothing compared to what his family, friends and co-workers must be feeling. I will miss seeing the man on the screen, the man who informed, educated, and challenged me to think. He inspired, made me smile, and entertained. God bless you Tim, the world has lost a wonderful human being. It is Friday the 13th indeed.

Katydyd