I'm very sad today about the passing of the lovely Natasha Richardson. Emily and I are huge fans of The Parent Trap, one of the movies we love to watch on an occasional girls' night in. We also loved her in Maid in Manhattan. Our hearts are broken for her family, especially her husband and children who are so very young to lose their mother. What happened to Natasha strikes particularly close to home for us because my father suffered a similar traumatic brain injury in January—with a much different outcome.
Since he's thirty years older than Natasha and he was on aspirin therapy when he had his accident, it's even more miraculous to me now that he survived such a serious injury. It's even more miraculous that he appears to have made an almost full recovery.
These things come out of nowhere. One minute a person is perfectly healthy, the next they're fighting for their life. I remember the instant I received the phone call that something had happened to my father at his winter home in Florida. Since the news hit about Natasha, all I've been able to think about is Liam Neeson getting the phone call that changed his life forever.
God bless them all.
