I was out and about with my daughter yesterday morning, we stopped for some bubble tea. While she was playing with a newly purchased toy I checked Facebook. A friend had sent me an article saying that Philip Seymour Hoffman had died. They weren’t mentioning yet that it was an overdose, but I knew that he had recently been in rehab.
I know that addiction is a disease, but it’s one that he had conquered for over 20 years and I am heartbroken that it took his talent away from us.
I don’t know when I became a fan of his, he just seemed to settle into my heart as a favorite before I truly realized he was there. I lived for spotting him in character roles and then jumped for joy when the rest of the world seemed to realize how amazing he was too. I am looking at IMDB and I am a little embarrassed to realize that it was likely Twister where he caught my eye. Twister, while not anything special, contained a TON of my favorite actors: Cary Elwes, Alan Ruck, and Sean Whalen, I think he just got swept into the drawer with the rest of my crushes. But the real love started when he started getting roles that let you know how truly talented he was.
Mr. Hoffman, I have adored you for years and am devastated that you left us. There is a little dark spot next to my love for you that is anger. Anger that you chose drugs over everything else. I would rather sobriety and never seeing another movie from you if it meant that you were still here.
I saw a tweet from Russell Brand yesterday, that said everything I felt.
Love and prayers for Philip Seymour Hoffman’s family. Addiction kills, I hope all who need it have access to abstinence based recovery.
Good bye Philip Seymour Hoffman, you will be missed.