I woke up to the headline “James Gandolfini, dead at 51.” And I had one of those visceral reactions of something not being right. First of all, 51 is really close to my age. Second of all, how could Tony Soprano be dead? Really? He was a fictional character bigger than life, a force of evil wrapped up in a heart made of caramel.
The Soprano’s was so superbly written, acted and directed that it was a highlight of my week to be able to sit down and watch. I’m always grateful to have a show like that in my life, because it adds an element of fun to your week.
So, James Gandolfini, a toast to your exemplary ability to have created a character that was believable and complex. You got whacked way too soon. Ba da bing, and he was gone……
*the gratitude-a-thon 
“Close to my age”too! Makes you think.
i’m thinkin’ alright!
Ba da bing, and he was gone.
So sad.
so upsetting. can’t believe how bad i’ve felt all day…..