The fact that I never got to meet Roger Ebert and say "thank you" for inspiring me to pursue film criticism will haunt me for the rest of my life. All I can think of is the scene in LIFE OF PI when Richard Parker left Pi.
"And then Richard Parker, my fierce companion, the
terrible one who kept me alive, disappeared forever from my life. I wept
like a child, not because I was overwhelmed at having survived,
although I was...I was weeping because Richard Parker left me so
unceremoniously. It broke my heart...I wanted to say 'Thank you Richard
Parker, you saved my life. I love you.'"
Well you saved my life, Roger.
And you left before I could say goodbye.
You left before I could say, "I love you."
But I guess it's like Pi said:
suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but
what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."
Goodbye, Roger Ebert.
I'll miss you.
I will always love you.