I’ll Take What They’re Having
The death of Gene Wilder came as a shock today, just as it did in the late 80’s when we lost Gilda Radner. Gene was one of those men that I felt would just live forever, he brought SO. MUCH. JOY to me throughout my life, and I bet to you as well. 83 is a good life, but to have it end with complications from Alzheimer’s disease, and having lost the very love of his young life to Ovarian Cancer just four years after their marriage, it’s nothing more than heartbreaking. I watched all his movies. I will watch them again.
I’m not writing this to bum you out. I’m writing this because when I was very young, all I wanted was the kind of magical, crazy, spiritual true love that Gene and Gilda had. I sat on the floor at my dad’s feet in the mid to late 70’s and early 80’s laughing at Saturday Night Live (obviously no curfew or solid bedtime before I was 12 — ha!) and I watched in real time the blossoming chemistry and romance that was going down between those two comedic legends. They were in love, and I was in love with them. I think I can speak for a good part of my country and the world that received NBC broadcasting back then that they (you) may have felt the same way. When I grew up, my man was going to embody all the wacky and intensely emotional character trait of Gene Wilder. He would have those clear, aqua blue eyes.
They showed me what real, soulmate love looked like, having each other’s back through thick and thin. They owned unwavering love at that time, and from that point on I held faith that I, too, would find the same. God giveth and God taketh away says Job 1:21, and for a way too short period of time on this Earth, they had it. If you are lucky enough to have their buzzing, crazy kind of love, I’m jealous. Go make a silly face, tell a random joke and start tickling your partner. Lick them. You’re one of the lucky ones. Gene went on to love again, Gilda was not given that gift. Go love your lover.
This Halloween I’m ditching the sexy pilot/nurse/ghostbuster costume, and I’m going as Roseanne Roseannadana. I will send out my heart’s song, and maybe, just maybe, there’ll be a Willy Wonka or Young Frankenstein right around the corner and I’ll have my own Haunted Honeymoon.
Yep, I’ll take what they’re having.