After a satisfying day of solving many headaches in my Flash project at work, I turned on the TV... and now like many Candians all over the country, I'm in mourning.
Pierre Elliot Trudeau, our 15th Prime Minister, passed away around 3pm today. He was 80 years old. He's survived by two of his sons.
How to explain P.E.T. to people outside of Canada... he was incredibly charismatic, a driven leader, and a very outspoken human being. It was because of Pierre Trudeau that I found the entire Clinton-Gate scandal amusing. Here we had a man who dated and likely bedded many famous ladies (Barbara Steisand, Margot Kidder, Karen Kane, many others), whose wife Margaret was linked to an affair with Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones... and this just garnered him more celebrity and appreciation. Clinton does something similar, and he almost gets impreached.
We all go someday. Death is the inevitable conclusion of life... but we still miss the people who are gone. The loss of Pierre Trudeau is one we'll likely feel for a long time to come.
It got worse as I was watching Entertainment Tonight later: actor Richard Mulligan passed away on Tuesday.
Many will remember his doctor character from Open House (I hope I have the series name right), but I knew him originally as Bert on Soap. Waves of nostalgia have washed over me all evening.
