A friend of mine from Chicago, Molly Glynn, who I have known for over ten years through other friends and her husband Joe, has passed away this morning from a freak accident. She was struck by a falling tree on her daily bike ride with her husband. I have mostly dealt with death in its most natural state. Meaning someone has been ill, or very old. Something that will happen to us all eventually. This is the first truly tragic loss I have experienced. It happened to someone who was vivacious, constantly working as an actor, had two teenage sons and a marriage to another amazing Chicago actor, Joe Foust.
I can't imagine what he, and their family are feeling right now. The hole, the loss, is inconsolable. I send all the love I am capable of.
When there is nothing to do for it, or help it, all I can think of to try is this: Tonight I will, to the best of my ability, with my fellow actors by my side, help bring the play Hope and Gravity to life. It's a piece centering around a very similar tragic event, and how those around it cope with the truly inexplicable. All I can hope for, all we can ever hope for, is that this helps people understand and connect with the human condition. This is truly what art is for. To bring the everyday, sometimes miraculous and tragic nature of life to others. I will do it for Molly. And Joe. For all of them.
Update: A memorial fund has been put in place for her family. Please consider donating here.
 |
| Radiant Molly. Photo by Michael Brosilow |
No comments:
Post a Comment