Last Sunday (Bastille Day!) I awoke at 5 AM to 66 unread iMessages; 65 of those iMessages were from my co-workers, and one was from my younger sister, sent at 1:30 a.m. It simply read, “Cory Monteith died.”
It was 5 a.m. I was groggy. I had just worked a 12-hour shift and was getting ready to start another. I must have simply misread the text. But no, that’s what it said.
Fast forward. I grab my iPad and hit the Google App. I slowly started typing, “Cor..” and the first thing that pops down stated, “Cory Monteith dead.” I was in disbelief as I clicked on the phrase, simply thinking, “Silly Hollywood stories.”
But no. It had been confirmed that Cory’s body had been found in a Vancouver Hotel room only hours earlier. Sources went to check on the star when he missed his checkout time. As it was 5 a.m. on a Sunday, and the information had only been released hours earlier, Twitter was just slowly starting to spread the news. I read several different news stories confirming the report. By this time it was 5:20 a.m. I didn’t go back to sleep. I just lay in my bed, shocked, in disbelief. Cory Monteith. One of my favorite male actors, the male lead on my favorite television show, dead, at 31 years old. No. No. No.
I never really understood why people became so distraught over celebrity deaths (Whitney Houston, Heath Ledger, Amy Winehouse, Michael Jackson) until Cory Monteith died. I felt a deep connection to his character, Finn, on Glee. I feel so sad for Lea Michele, his on and off-screen girlfriend, as well as the rest of the Glee family. My fellow Gleeks and I around the world are mourning together.
As corny as it is, Glee helped me and changed me. I made me a better person. It lifted my mood. I loved watching the characters grow up and learn about themselves as I was doing the same thing alongside them. I loved discovering new music and Ryan Murphy bringing mainstream societal events into the show. Glee got me through my college years. Even though I didn’t know Cory personally, I feel as though his death reminded me that life is short and can be gone in an instant. I guess I am glad to be taking this opportunity to live in France again. It could all be gone tomorrow.
Below- I few screenshots of my iPhone- I am not kidding about all the Glee music on my playlists!
Ironically, I started watching the first season of Glee about a month before leaving for France back in December 2009. Now, three-and-a-half-years later, about a month before I’m ready to head back to France, the male lead passes away due to heroin overdose. Coincidence? Symbolism? I’m not sure.
Cory; may you rest in peace. Thanks for making Glee awesome and worth watching. 🙂 We all miss you!