I wrote a while back, that I relate to Ennis more than I do Heath, because to me Ennis is more real in his lonely trailer on the vast Wyoming plain, than Heath in his VIP circle of celebrity friends.
This last couple weeks changed that.
Now I relate to Heath as another human being, an ordinary human being who achieved an extraordinary life.
Heath had the same problems we all had, faced the similar demons, and had to overcome similar trials and tribulations. What made him special was the attitudes he carried all his life, to face those problems, and to overcome those difficulties.
As someone once told me, we are not defined by what happened to us. We are defined by how we react to what happened to us.
Heath always chose to react with sincerity, honesty, generosity, love and understanding. With a heart so pure, he must suffer so much in a world so cruel and devious. It must be a puzzle for him, how some people, like Guy Finlay, could be so vindictive and mean. I would not be surprised that Heath suffered in silence. It would be like him, to stand what cannot be fixed.
And now, with all the outpouring of love, I am hopeful that he is looking down from heaven, with the same smile that Ennis had, sending up to heaven a prayer of thanks.

Thank you so much Andrew. Let me tell you this is a very sweet post.

So now I'm in tears, 'cause I have to hear everyday a lot of shit about Heath, and every simple time I read some words beautiful about him my heart just melts, and then I know what my soul already knew, that Heath was an amazing touching tender human being.
I have the crazy feeling that Heath can see us, can hear us, and I want him to hear nice things about him and not that f**ing crap that some people are telling. I need him to know that he was, he is loved. I think that ‘cause of that I think about Daniel Day-Lewis almost one hundred times a day. I can not stop feeling all warm and at the same time all shattered inside every time I think about him. Since I saw him crying, so touched at Ophra’s show, not a day passes by without me wanting so bad to see him and to hear him again and again. In his gestures, his humility, his amazing way of express his feelings, his humanity, he reminds me of our Heath so much; and maybe this, to watch him, makes me believe that Heath is still alive, or at least, alive in some hearts. As I said I need loving words about Heath to keep going on, to keep living in the middle of this deep wide sea of sorrow, and to see a fine man who didn’t met Heath, crying for him, gives me enough strength to wake up and go to work.
So I've spent the last days in a weird routine. I work like an zombie, almost aware of what I’m doing, thinking so much about Heath, then about my brokie baby, then about DDL, then coughing hard (I’m sick these days), and then think again about Heath, then my baby, then Daniel, then some horrible thing about those people saying bad shit, then coughing, then about the factures I have to process, then above all Heath, then baby, then Daniel, Daniel, Heath, Daniel, then one little puppy beaten to death (oh my… :\'( ), then my baby, then Heath, then…..tears, tears, tears….. :\'( :\'( :\'(
Don’t tell me, I know already. I’m crazy, huh? But I’m the kind of girl who drowns herself in a glass of water, who cries for animals dying, for old people being abandoned, for lost friends…..I’m just so emotional and now, right now, I need marvellous words about Heath from all of you. So I’ll never be able to say how grateful I am every time I come here and I read all those beautiful posts of yours.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LOVING HEATH.