Monday, December 15, 2025 — Orlando, Florida
Two years ago today, I arrived in Madison, New Hampshire, after leaving Lithia, Florida. That anniversary should have been a quiet marker, a private reminder of how far I’ve traveled. Instead, I woke to devastating news: Rob Reiner and his wife, Michele, were found dead in their Brentwood home by their daughter, Rony. The reports are still hazy—police have said little since the story broke last night—but it appears they were stabbed to death by their son, Nick.
I can’t shake the shock. Rob Reiner has been part of my creative landscape since I first saw him as Mike “Meathead” Stivic on All in the Family. His films—When Harry Met Sally…, A Few Good Men, Misery, The Princess Bride—are woven into my shelves and my memory. He carried the wit and warmth of his father, Carl Reiner, who gave us The Dick Van Dyke Show and directed comedies that still sparkle. And beyond the art, Rob was a voice of conscience, unafraid to speak against Donald Trump and the politics of division.
I feel sad. Stunned. Bewildered. Angry. My thoughts circle back to his family—Tracy, Jake, Rony—and the impossible grief they now face. May Rob and Michele’s memories be a blessing, and may their legacy endure in the laughter, courage, and tenderness they left behind.
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