The death of the young Glee actor, Cory Monteith, has made big headlines and has come as a shocking surprise to many. My experience around it was quite a bit different than it normally would have been because of where I happen to be located right now. Let me explain.
In the early evening of his death my husband and I were part of a very small social gathering of people, one of whom happened to be very close to Cory Monteith. This man arrived, said hello to everyone, then excused himself and left the room to take a call that was coming in on his cell phone. It was the call informing him of Cory's death. At this point only a few people knew about it, outside of the police and officials who had tended to the scene. In keeping with protocol Cory's death could not be announced in the press until his next of kin had been informed. This man was told that officials were still trying to locate Cory's mother who as yet did not know about his passing.
Those of us at the party were quickly aware that someone in "the business" had died but not who until after several more phone calls were handled when it was revealed to us that it was Cory Monteith. For the first time in my life I found myself amongst a very small group of people who knew about a potentially gripping media story long before it was to go to press and, let me tell you, it felt very strange. The thing, though, that struck me the most, was that I knew of Cory's passing while his mother still as yet did not. My heart felt heavy with sadness and tenderness for her as I realized that she was in a magical world of sorts, a kind of innocent zone of unknowing. In this world her son was alive. Once she knew of his death that world would be gone forever and her life unalterably and irrevocably changed. As the mother of a 29 year old son my heart went out to this mother of 31 year old Cory Monteith. I silently held space for her, knowing she would eventually have to find out, but deeply wishing for her dear mother's heart that she remain as long as possible in that magical place where, to her, Cory was still very much alive.
The phone call came within a couple of hours. His mom, Ann, had been located. Her magical world was left behind forever. The story broke. The world knew. I sent a silent prayer out for Cory's mom. And for all moms. Everywhere.
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