It's really weird how immune I can be to the passing of public figures/celebrities, and then how unexpectedly sad I can get every once in a while. When Heath Ledger died it bothered me for months, and, frankly, still sometimes does and I don't fully understand why. This news, the passing of Roger Ebert, has made me fairly morose today. I heard about it by overhearing two coworkers making a joke about it, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
This post is already too long so I'll spare you the hows and whys of what Ebert meant to me, and just say that he was a very positive part of my life for a very long time. I always felt like he was able to balance a cinephile's love and knowledge of film with a common person's approach to criticism, which is not such an easy or common feat.
I'll miss him.