Today marks 8 years since Bill Hart passed away. I miss him every day. His death effected me in such an emotional way. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of him.
Bill was my uncle, my mentor and my best friend. He believed in me and for that, I owe him everything. He made me feel confident about my craft and myself. He was there for me whenever I needed him. I told him everything. He always stood by my side. Whenever my parental’s would punish me and yell, he always said “stick in there kid!” He loved me and supported my writing and everything else. He made me laugh. He taught me everything about movies and acting.
I remember the last time I saw him. It was in NY and he got so skinny due to the cancer. I remember sitting with him and putting my head on his shoulder and him petting me like a kitten.
My freshman year of college, I got a tattoo on my rib cage with his name, dates and a quote. It was the most painful tattoo, but worth it because it is dedicated to him. Every day, I see it and I think of him.
The hardest part of loosing him is him not seeing how I grew up. He knew me as a 15 years old kid but not as a 23 year old. He did not see my graduate high school. He will not see me graduate college. He will not see me get married or have kids. My first child will be named after him. His last name will be my child’s middle name. He meant the world to me.
I would do anything to have one more day with him.