Gene Hackman (1930c. -- 2025)
Estranged. Alone. Unclaimed.
When the news broke that the Great Thespian of Stage and Screen Gene Hackman and his devoted Wife, and at least one Family Dog had passed from this life to the next in February last you could have knocked me over with a feather. Especially after learning that today, after more than a month of being deceased, their bodies remain unclaimed by family or friends!?
Here we have an actor’s actor, most certainly a man’s man who did more for stage and screen, more for acting period, than most actors and actresses today will probably never live up to doing much less surpassing, and what remains of him on this earth, along with his life, lays in a Santa Fe, NM. USA morgue or funeral home like unchecked or unclaimed baggage in an airport! Can you imagine?
Certainly, Gene Hackman was far from perfect. In fact he was perfectly imperfect and it showed! But not in a way that one might think or imagine. In fact, and if I may be so bold, he used that imperfection and the heart's desire to do and be a part of something greater than himself as inspiration for one of the more monumental careers in Hollywood that's possibly ever been.
And a Man like that with such a Beautiful and Accomplished Life deserves much, much better from us, from his Family and Friends.
What happened to forgive, forget and move on? I’m the first to say I am a far from a perfect person. I screw up on a daily basis. I come from imperfect people. I have imperfect siblings, but, at the end of the day, despite it all, I do love my family and I know that I know despite it all they love me to, deep down inside, whether they want to admit it or not.
But, apparently, Gene Hackman’s Grown Children, and at least One Grandchild that we know of hold grudges. Who taught them that? Or was it just learned behavior?
I can’t imagine it! All those years, and you still can’t bring yourself to collect what is still rightfully yours whether your name appears in some Will, Trust or even an Estate somewhere or not? You can't be bothered to put on a brave face and collect what belongs to you anyway? Say to yourself, largely, and to the spirit of your dead father, “I’m gonna do this you bastard you, even though I don’t wanna, and you really don’t deserve it anyway, but my mother wouldn’t want me or my siblings to not be there for you despite any differences of opinion or estrangement that we have with you here dad. So I’m coming…”? You can’t seem to be bothered or bring yourself to do that?! Surely you’re not that much of an inhumane prick?
I have NO OTHER WORDS to end on other than SHAME ON YOU, SHAME ON US ALL for not collecting what belongs to us!
DEO VINDICE ET SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!!!
Something was off in that family, whether it was because of the wif or something else Who knows? They shouldn't have been dead two weeks before someone realized they were gone.