|Posted by Ms. M on February 28, 2012 at 10:20 AM|
Hey guys - I know it's been a while since you've heard from me, and I wanted to apologize for that. College life is very busy, and it keeps me on my toes with very little free time to spare. I'm so grateful to have Cari around to keep things running smoothly on a day-to-day basis! I'm glad that she's been keeping you guys updated on things like the NBC pilot and the Allegheny Observatory film (both of which I'm super excited for!).
Now, for something a little more somber... What you're about to read, I've been quietly sitting on for months. Any of you who know me personally know that this hit me pretty hard. For the rest of you, I sincerely hope you understand why I had to keep this information under wraps - it was not my place to share what is sitting below. However, this letter came through from David via the old GW Twitter account today, so it is clearly now allowed to be open knowledge, and thus I wanted to draw your attention to it. I know that it's tough out there right now, but I implore anyone who is able to please consider making a donation. It's for a good cause - a good cause, in this case, sparked off by a terrible personal loss that should never have to be felt by anyone.
Onto the words from David:
Dear Ghost Whisperer Nation
(Army, Alumnae, Sisterhood? You're all these things aren't you?),
I've never reached out like this but maybe some of you have experienced a similar loss. My brother Philip died this past November of a particularly awful kind of cancer. He was my mentor, my surrogate dad, my coach when I was young, my simpler soul, and the fiery engine of our family, teaching my oldest brother Jamie and I what "heart" really is.
I spent five years on this TV show with Jennifer imagining what it was like to lose a best friend, a lover, a parent, a child. I watched countless examples brought to life by hundreds of actors and I was always struck by how- even though we'd done it again and again- when it came time for the crossing over scenes everyone; the crew, the cast, hell the drivers and the guards, would get a little hushed. And then there were the letters. From small towns and cities, from places I grew up near to mt villages in Japan, people telling us "I lost someone that way. I remember them so..." It was always humbling.
What did I know? Not much. My own brother is then taken away and your letters, your notes, your attention and your stories have taken on new meaning.
So my big brother Jamie and I are going to try and do a lot of those athletic things that raise money for medical research. Our first one is a century bike ride (100 miles) this June. There's a link at the end of this letter. We're riding for a foundation that has raised many millions of dollars. None of it of course goes anywhere near me or Jamie. We're just guys on bikes paying our own way. Anything you'd contribute would go to research to keep someone from having to experience the agony and disbelief so many of us have felt.
Here's the link: