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rinueUnless I've blocked out a memory, I think I'm correct to say I haven't known anybody my age who has died, or to put it more clearly, the people I've known who have died have all been older than me. Until the last two weeks, when both Nataasha Van Kampen (production designer, London/NY) and Sarah Moorehead (fairytale schemer, Dallas) died suddenly.
I wasn't close to either of them, but I always expected I would be later, that there were projects I would bring them in on. Both were very kind. Both were very artistically gifted. There was that spark of "we will be friends in future; we are on the same side of the same battle."
It would be artificial for me to mourn overly; it would be an attention grab, particularly since I'm not likely to change anything about the way I conduct my life and I was certainly not very important to Sarah or Nataasha except as a friendly face at parties. But things certainly do seem a little less possible now, indefinable things, small breakings of twigs at the edge of focus.
I wasn't close to either of them, but I always expected I would be later, that there were projects I would bring them in on. Both were very kind. Both were very artistically gifted. There was that spark of "we will be friends in future; we are on the same side of the same battle."
It would be artificial for me to mourn overly; it would be an attention grab, particularly since I'm not likely to change anything about the way I conduct my life and I was certainly not very important to Sarah or Nataasha except as a friendly face at parties. But things certainly do seem a little less possible now, indefinable things, small breakings of twigs at the edge of focus.
