I miss you, Theresa, The Wit

Theresa Duncan and I have nothing in common. I probably wouldn't have liked her. She would have found me beneath her notice, someone she might feel the need to respond to in a blog, but quickly forgotten. And that's ok. When you're insignificant, you're insignificant. I can deal with that. I suppose Theresa could not cope with being passed over. The life she expected to lead was looking out of reach. She never made those movies, the important projects were illusory. Then there was the plagiarism issue. Even the perfume blogging was tainted. So she made a decision, possibly while under the influence, to end it all. And yes, if you are under the influence of alcohol over a period of days, weeks or months, you can recreate that mindset again and again. I suspect that the AM sober Theresa felt a bit sickened by her thoughts. But suicide made sense to the inebriated one. Nevertheless, five years later, I still miss her. I liked reading about her upcoming projects whether they were real or not. I would have liked to see her and Jeremy have a baby. How would The Wit have adjusted to mommyhood? It changes us all and it owuld have changed her. Even when I didn't like her views I was inspired by her choice of subjects. After her last post dealt with TS Eliot, I binged on his work and investigated the work of his friends. Lately, I read the biography of his wife, Vivienne. Theresa would have liked Vivienne. Bye Wit.