In 2017 I wrote a blog post about how I probably wouldn’t cry at the death of a celebrity.
How wrong I was.
This week, the world became a sadder place with the death of Chadwick Boseman. Barely a few years older than me, he was lost to cancer after fighting it with operations and chemotherapy for four years.
What’s incredible is how he managed to do films in-between his treatments. His most iconic role, Black Panther, was a very physical one and required him to perform lots of stunts and fight choreography.
I love that character. I love Chadwick. And upon learning of his death, I found myself weeping in the kitchen while cuddling my baby daughter.
I was watching an interview from a couple of years ago where he was saying how he moved he was by two children who had reached out to him. They had terminal cancer but were really excited to see a Black Panther film, so they told him they were holding on until the movie came out. During the interview, Chadwick broke down in tears.
He knew at that point he also had cancer, but he hadn’t publicly shared that knowledge. It’s an overwhelmingly heartbreaking interview.
He died too young and he fought like a warrior to be an inspiration for his fans. What an utter inspiration.
Thank you for the wonderful gift you gave us, Chadwick. Your fans will remember you always.
Rest in peace.