This past Sunday morning, I along with the rest of the world, woke up to the unfortunate news about the sudden death of actor Cory Monteith. Shocked, I didn't believe my CNN Breaking News Alert at first. It wasn't until I logged onto my twitter account that the truth began to sink in. He's gone.
When Glee first came out, I was in my early teens. The most awkward stages of life were upon me, and I wasn't really sure what group I fit in with. When I discovered the show, I was thrilled to realize that perhaps I wasn't the only awkward high school girl out there. More so, I could relate to the coming together of diverse students through music because of my passion for school band and playing the flute.
The death of Monteith, I will admit, brought me to tears. How could Finn possibly be dead? What about Lea? Weren't they getting married? I spent nearly two hours researching as much as I could on the details, including statements made by Fox TV and his coworkers, and the more I learned, the more tragic this story became.
Over the past few months I fell off of the Glee bandwagon. The end of my high school career had me very busy, and I had little time to follow the show. Furthermore, I was unaware that Monteith had struggled with addiction in the past. It was heartbreaking to read, because so many people looked up to him as a role model, and this went against all that his character, Finn Hudson, stands for. For now, I will continue to follow his story, as well as send my love and support for his girlfriend, Lea Michele. I can only imagine the grief she is feeling right now. Hopefully, the world along with the Twitterverse can stop the hateful statements about his addiction, because regardless of the cause of death, nobody so young and talented deserves to lose their life. Help is out there and available, all you need to do is ask.
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