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Lovesick Mermaid

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31. she/her. golden retriever collector. usa. but daddy i love him

Today is hard. How do you grieve for someone who never even knew you? I won't pretend like I've been a long time admirer of Alan's because the truth is I haven't. I knew of him. I had seen a few of his movies at the time of his passing, but that was the extent of it. I was 21 years old the day he died. I was in college sitting in my dorm room scrolling through social media like any other day and saw everyone's posts about his passing. I was sad for a brief moment. 'Oh no.. Severus Snape died. That's too bad,' I said to myself before watching an interview of his and then going about my day.

Now, ten years later, I've been struck with such sadness over the passing of a brilliant, genuine, talented, funny man who left this earth far too soon.

I'm grateful that in the past year I've discovered more of Alan's work which has only fueled my dreams and inspired me to chase after the things that I know deep down are calling out to me.

Alan, we didn't know each other personally, but you are truly one of my greatest friends. You keep me company on days when getting out of bed seems impossible. I will be forever indebted to you and what you gave to all of us. Rest peacefully, sweet Alan. You were and always will be the kindest and best of men.

I have no where else to put this so please excuse this short Alan break while I ramble about something that constantly weighs on my heart.

I am one of the few out there who moved away from home at what might be considered a young age. The day after I graduated college I moved to Italy with my husband of 7 months at the ripe young age of 22. He's in the military so we move. A lot. I've gotten used to it by now. But the one thing people rarely talk about is the constant pull between wanting to continue living your life out there on your own and the ache to go back to where everything is familiar. Where everything somehow feels right.

I don't know. Maybe it's just me.

I recently went 'home' for the holidays and I always get at least one family member who guilt trips me into making me feel bad for living my life. For sticking with what I chose to do when I was much, much younger. Claiming it's hard on them when I leave, but they don't understand how hard it is on ME with every goodbye hug I give. With every "I'll see you next year. Don't worry, it will fly by." But will I? Will it?

Part of me wants to scream at them and say "Look, I'm doing the best I can alright?! I'm doing what's best for me! I'm doing what I need to grow!" And the other part wants to scream at myself for missing out on so many things like my parents growing older, the amount of visits with grandparents dwindling down as the inevitable consumes my conscience, the comfort of being somewhere that I know like the back of my hand because I was born there. My whole life has been there.

When I'm home I can tell just how different I am from everyone. No one understands what it's like to live in my head. No one understands my interests, my hobbies, my passions. I feel so isolated by my own family. There are so many things I want to do with my life. I'm drowning in the IDEAS of what it might be like to do them instead of treading water above the surface of my dreams and actually DOING them.

I'll probably end up deleting this at some point, but I am tired and overwhelmed from the constant push and pull of what my heart wants and what my head tells me is good and right and safe.

People say 2016 was when it all started going downhill — and for me, and many others, that all started with Alan Rickman’s passing on 14th January 2016.

Even though he’s been gone for 10 years now, his spirit is still with us, still inspiring people, and even still gaining new fans as people discover his work, whether that be through watching Die Hard or Love Actually at Christmas, or a Star Trek fan watching Galaxy Quest, or a period drama lover falling in love with Colonel Brandon.

As a gesture of love and gratitude towards him, I will be sponsoring a memorial seat at the Birmingham Repertory Theatre in Alan’s name. The seat will bear his name for 10 years, ensuring that Alan’s legacy continues on for another decade yet. It would be amazing if we could all pitch in and donate together, dedicating the seat to him not just from one person but from a whole collective of people who he continues to inspire even now.

I chose the Birmingham Rep because it was the theatre that Alan made his debut at as Sherlock Holmes 50 years ago this November, in 1976. It’s also a theatre that’s local to me which does some great work nurturing new talent, which any theatre lover will agree is an extremely important and worthy mission.

The cost of the memorial seat is £250; if we manage to raise more, any further amount will be an additional donation to the theatre.

Gladly donated in Alan's honor. Can't believe it's been 10 years already. May his legacy live on in those who grace the stage for years to come.

Thank you @jacks-valentine for the tag 🖤 I hope everyone has a fantastic new year and that 2026 brings you everything you deserve!

Reading: A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

Last Series: Mad Men. Currently on season 2.

Last Film: Die Hard. We watched it before Christmas of course.

Last song: Ok Love You Bye by Olivia Dean. I'm absolutely in love with her music right now.

Sweet/Salty: Salty 🍜🍿🍝🍟🍕🌯🥪🥨

Coffee/Tea: I have to be in the mood for either one, but I choose coffee over tea any day.

Working on: No current projects. Really just trying to focus on real life stuff and bettering myself for the time being.

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