The passing of a titan is a plague not only for the friends and relative peers, but for the entire nation that admired him.
Heath Ledger was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man that ever graced the world with his presence. The Australian actor was not only blessed with immaculate beauty, but was defiantly rugged. His gallant attitude portrayed his lust for adventure and ease of life. The intervention of his untimely demise disrupted the progressing generation and halted the existence of human apotheosis. The pang of confusion and fear of the unanswered linger still; a year’s passing is short of acceptance. The stages of death haunt the longing of his absence. Denial is juvenile. Anger is conceited. A bargain is only revelation of God’s bereavement. A legend without tribute is only a vacant memory. To progress without commemoration is aspiration to the degree of a walking void.
Rapture is vain, and sorrow is violent.
But the valiant prodigy will subsist forever.
R.I.P. Heath Ledger
April 4th, 1979 – January 22, 2008
written by katie roberts