I wasn’t sure how to, or even if I could, write about Philip Seymour Hoffman and how his death has affected me so deeply.
I just made a link from his name to IMDB. See for yourself the way his prolific work impacted your life in some way. Seen any of those movies? Have any of them moved you at all? Any of them have an impact on how you look at the world? Well, several of them did for me.
The day he died, a friend of mine posted this on Facebook:
Oh, Philip Seymour Hoffman… Your performance in “Capote” single-handedly changed my opinion of the death penalty. No, we never met, but your authenticity made me feel as though we had and based on what I’m reading today, I’m not the only one.
The word that struck me in that last sentence was, authenticity. In all of his work, Hoffman was definitely that–Authentic. I heard several interviews with him over the years and he always spoke about making choices for his characters that were honest. Honesty and authenticity in his acting were hallmarks of what he left behind to the world.
He also left behind a great deal of confusion.
I’m going to do a bit of assuming here, but I’m not sure Hoffman meant to die; I don’t think he wanted to. There was no note, no goodbyes as far I’ve read or heard. I could be wrong, but as I grasp for answers regarding why this could happen, I want to hope. I want to hang on to a hope that he never lost hope, but just lost his way and couldn’t get back.
Almost immediately after he passed, I read things on my social media feeds like, “How could he do such a thing? He had it all!” or “How selfish! Why do people feel like they have to turn to drugs?” I understand the questions, however short-sighted they might be, but those are not the questions that came to my mind. Among many were these:
What triggered you? Did you know how much you were loved and admired? Could you possibly know what kind of hole you would leave if you couldn’t come back from that needle? If you did, did you just not care or were there just too many voices in your head keeping you from hearing how much you were needed here?
You were NEEDED here, Phil!
There are so many questions when anyone dies so tragically like this. We ask the questions because we want answers. We want sense to be made from the things that happen that are so senseless. But the more questions I ask, especially about this particular death, the more I know that I don’t know shit.
Goddammit, Phil! I’m so mad right now!
I want answers!! I want answers that will not come, and I’m so sad. I’m sad for your partner and your children; for your family and friends; for all of us who will never see the brilliance of what you were becoming. You made the world better. What you did mattered. Can you hear me where you are?
I pray that you still had hope, Phil. I pray that you had visions and dreams for your future right to the end. I pray that you didn’t die in despair, not knowing if anything you did made any difference in this world, not knowing if you could keep on fighting the demons inside of you.
I know the urge to run away, to give up, to escape. I know how it feels to need peace so badly that the consequences of getting just a moment’s worth of it make no difference if only that moment could come. I pray that you have that peace now.
I don’t know what was going through Philip Seymour Hoffman’s head the day he took the heroin that took his life. I do know that he lost his way, and I weep for him and for everyone who loses theirs. This life is not easy. It is so hard sometimes to even think about what it’s going to take to make it even one more day. But all we can ever do is live this day while it’s here. Tomorrow will come, if it comes, and then we’ll take that day. One day and then another. Just take this day.
If you’re still reading this post, dear reader, I want you to know that as I sit here typing this on my computer, I’m fighting my own particular demons. And I know you are fighting yours. You being alive is so vitally important in ways you do not even know, what you do matters, and you are never separated from love no matter what you might think. Please look around you and if you can’t see it immediately, look harder. Seek love out and it will find you.
I’m still here only because, somehow, the grace of God has allowed me to remember how much I’m loved and needed today. Today. We’ll see about tomorrow when tomorrow gets here.
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4 thoughts on “Questions, pain, demons, compassion, and love, always love”
Heartfelt. If everone could just hear that when they need it. You can’t save all the world, but you can save one. And hopefully, that one can save another…Thanks
Thanks, Martin! I really appreciate you taking the time to read it. We’ve got to hold on!
Your words reached deep inside me, for reasons you can guess. I hope your beautiful words can reach out to touch a lost soul who feels alone. How can they not, when expressed with such love?
For the past two years, I have sought answers that will not come. But in my search, I have become convinced that no one on this earth is ever alone. We are worthy, we are vitally important, we are so immensely and unconditionally loved.
But we grow up being convinced otherwise, don’t we? By family, school, workplace, church, taught by others who were also taught the lie of our inadequacy.
I ache for those who have died, alone, and for all of us who are left behind, bewildered. Thank you, Scott, for expressing your ache, and your love!
Thank you for your comment. You’re right, I can guess, and I think about you and your family so often. Brian and I stay in touch via Facebook, and I’m so glad we do.
You are loved!