“I think I survived by running away some. Running away to work. That’s the weird thing about grief. You can’t prepare for it. You think you’re gonna cry and get it over with. You make those plans, but they never work. … It hits you in the middle of the night – well, it hits me in the middle of the night. I’m out walking. I’m feeling quite content. And it’s like suddenly, boom. It’s like you’ve just done that in your chest.”
Liam Neeson, who finally breaks his silence about his wife Natasha’s death (which happened TWO YEARS AGO if you can believe it), gives personal details to Esquire magazine about how he handled his wife’s untimely – and fatal – skiing accident. Natasha Richardson died shortly after suffering what was considered a run-of-the-mill head injury while skiing in Canada.
Ugh. Seriously? My heart completely breaks for this guy. Here you have one of the most singly talented male actors on the face of the earth, who so publicly loved his wife, his best friend, his admitted soul mate, only to have her taken away so suddenly. It’s a damned shame, and at the risk of getting all philosophical on your asses (’cause it just happens SO MUCH, I KNOW), tell your loved ones just how much you love them. Like, right now. Because you never do know what the next day, or even hour, will hold, and that’s a scary fucking thing to behold.