I’m still getting over the news about Philip Seymour Hoffman‘s death. I did a triple-take when I saw it on the news on Sunday. He was such a brilliant actor, one of my favorites. He was so talented and seemed to be a humble and unpretentious person. Also, whenever I read or heard something new about him and his work, my heart would swell with hometown pride, because he grew up in a neighboring suburb.
Addiction is such an unrelenting and devastating disease, with the power to destroy relationships and lives. It’s a struggle that some unfortunate people lose. Twenty years of sobriety: you would think that he had won.
Broadway is going dark at 7:45 on Wednesday night for him. I will be thinking of him and his family.
Philip, you were a gift and will be missed.
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