You know that ONE movie. That ONE TV show. That ONE song. The ONE that enters your life, you’re obsessed with and then sticks with you, in your mind, forever, like it’s become a part of you?
Mine was Harry Potter.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Harry Potter and ALL OF THE MOVIES AND BOOKS.
I was obsessed – crazily obsessed, for years. I still am. I know every single characters and actors middle names, dates of birth and favourite place to go on holiday. Literally. I grew up with Harry and Hogwarts. It was my childhood. I’d race home from primary school to rewatch the fifth movie for the five thousandth time and STILL cry when my favourite scene happened.
And then yesterday happened.
Yesterday I found out Alan Rickman had died.
He deserved to live forever. He deserved to live another thirty years. He deserved to live for longer than 69, but that’s what cancer does to you. Cancer takes away the most amazing people in the world. People only get given a certain amount of time. And Alan Rickmans’ was up.
He taught me to laugh, to cry, to dream. He taught me to trust in people I shouldn’t. He taught me that good people hide in the strangest of places. He taught me to love. He taught me that there are some amazing people in this big, frightening world.
And he was one of them.
So goodbye to one of my favourite actors and people of all time. I never imagined a world without you in it. You will truly be missed, by your family, by your friends, by your supporters. Rest in peace.
“When I’m 80 years old and sitting in my rocking chair, I’ll be reading Harry Potter. And my family will say to me, ‘After all this time?’ And I will say, ‘Always.’ – Alan Rickman
Love, Em x