There will always be someone of “note” passing on this earth. In fact, there could be an estimated 18,000 just from last week in Japan. I am sure there is some statistic that states every minute or second or sometime, someone dies. My grandmother died last year and she was definitely a woman of note.

Most recently – an actress with some serious life force and a writer able to accurately express the human condition.

A weird grief pops up when people I don’t know die – whether they’d lived a long, decorated life I have admired through stage or screen, or if they suddenly vanished under a massive tsunami.

It still touches a distant place inside of me, if even only for an instant.

A place of relative note.