The Good Humans

It's been a tough month and well we're barely at the half way mark.  This weekend was the toughest in the news with the shootings at Brown University, Bondi Beach, Australia and then what happened to Rob Reiner and his wife.

Rob Reiner.  Damn it.  That is horrible what happened to him and his wife.  I was about ready to go to bed and I saw that there was a news alert about his home and that there were 2 dead bodies.  I came out to talk to my mom and we found CNN online to find the news.  It was them.  

I loved a lot of Rob's movies like The Princess Bride and The Sure Thing.  Stand by Me was a wonderful movie.  I always enjoyed seeing him pop in movies, on TV and I remembered Mike Stivic growing up.  He was the first outspoken liberal TV character I saw.  He was someone who would have been marching the No Kings protests.  Rob was an outspoken critic of well, you know that guy.  Sigh.  I don't even want to talk about what was said about him.

I looked at Instagram after I signed off on Monday and saw the pictures of Rob as I scrolled.  I started crying.  Not a deep cry but just a sadness.  I was a lonely kid growing up so watching TV shows like All in the Family were my comfort.  I didn't understand a lot of what was going on a lot of shows.  My mom hated that we watched Three's Company because it was a smutty show.  I just saw John Ritter tripping over stuff and acting silly.  This death just kind of broke my heart more yesterday.  Rob Reiner wanted to fight for a better country like Mike Stivic did.  You saw Rob's heart in the movies and that's a wonderful thing.  Well maybe not Misery but you get the point.

I also found out that Anthony Geary died on the same day.  My beloved Luke Spencer from General Hospital.  I told my sister that there's an episode of Anthony Geary on All in the Family as well.  How ironic.

There's more to say but my day should start soon.  I just want kids to go to school safely.  I want our country to be safer.  Kinder.  Understanding.  Not full of hate like it is now.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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