Darren McGavin died today. I only knew him during the week we worked together when he played my father on a show I was on. It was such an honor seeing him there; pinch myself time. He was intense and knew the comedy at once, that fast and real. And when people call someone a 'pro', I think it means the same in any industry. In mine, it means to not just show up but know the lines and be present. That he was. Mostly, though, I remember how he and his wife, who died a few years ago, would look at each other whenever they could. They finished each others' sentences before any were spoken. And it wasn't boring and they were far from bored. I remember, too, wanting what they had. And now, not so far away, they have it some more. I am sending his kids - his real ones - not his pretend daughter for a week on tv - a hug and thanks for knowing their dad.
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