I'm not a great one for tributes to those who've passed if I don't know them, but sometimes, just sometimes, I am actually touched by an actor or celebrity who seems to have been a pretty awesome person. It's a sad day today. I know greater men have passed, broader intellects, grand philosopher's and philanthropists but last night Patrick Swayze, the swoon meister and all round nice guy died.
Not the greatest of Thespians but I don't think there's a woman out there who wouldn't want to be swept of her feet, taught to dance or have strong arms wrapped around her whilst slopping about on a pottery wheel and the man loved horses . .what can I say?
Thank you Patrick Swayze for bringing incurable romance to our screens and the sheer swooning joy that was Dirty Dancing and Ghost. Thank you for feeding us incurable romantics the food of love, for making two of the ultimate chick flicks and for being so brave in publicising your cancer and raising awareness. And as they said in Ghost . . ."You take the love with you." I sincerely hope you do.
Thank you Mr Swayze and bless those you leave behind. And I think for the best part, he and his wife of 37 years did have the time of their life.
And a huge 'take it easy' to my darling GrannyMar who has just yesterday had a hip replacement and should be being dragged out of bed after her surgery, right about now. Baby steps Grannymar and remember "Nobody leaves Baby in the corner"