So Ralph Waite died.
It is weird to be so affected by someone I never met â€” by someone who played a fictional character on TV. Even still, I feel this man was a huge part of my life.
Ralph played John Walton and anyone who knows me, knows I love the Walton’s. Iâ€™ve seen the entire series time and time again, and it never fails, I cry at the end of every episode. Not just little tears either – I sob. Oprah would call what I do the “ugly cry.”
More than a few times, Ken has found me bawling. â€œWhat’s wrong?â€, he exclaims, knowing it must be something disastrous. â€œJohn Boy is blind!â€ or “Reckless got shot.” I would blubber, blowing my nose.
To say the least, the show moved me.
Laugh all you want – I love this family. I wanted to be a Walton, and at times I still do.
Not everyone knows this, but Ralph was also a friend of Bill W. so in this strange way, I claim connection â€” I claim family.
Good night Ralph. You made a difference in my life.