It’s hard for me to put into words what it’s like to lose a member of the family. I think it’s hard for all of us. Last year, I lost three grandparents: my grandma, and my wife’s grandpa, and her grandma from the other side of her family.
Today we lost another person that I find myself having a difficult time coming to terms with. Harold Ramis. He played Egon Spengler in Ghostbusters and Ghostbusters II. And for most of my childhood, he was part of my family. While others had heroes in Batman, Superman and Spider-Man, my heroes weren’t really superheroes, but they could do heroic things. They were brave when no one else would be. They sought to understand what no one else would dare to even try to understand. They were the Ghostbusters.
In a pair of movies, and a couple of animated series, the Ghostbusters were a big part of my life, and still are. I’m always as ready as I ever have been for Ghostbusters 3, and hopeful that it still sees the light of day. I anticipate that the script they have will need some re-writes, potentially major ones, too. I can see it being a fitting tribute to the one that made it all possible, in memory of Harold Ramis.
I never got to meet him, but it still feels like I’ve lost a member of the family. But he will live on. He’ll live on in the Ghostbusters films, as they are passed down from generation to generation. He’ll live on in the Ghostbusters stories that are still being written, in comic book form and potentially beyond. This, to me, is part of his legacy. A gift to many of us that have loved his work, who he has never met before. It makes life just that much more fun, and I will miss him in whatever future adventures are created. He’s left this world for the next, and I hope to one day meet him there. But until that day comes, here’s to one of the Ghostbusters.