Coy Luther Perry III known to us all as Luke Perry died March 4, 2019 at the age of 52.
The Letdown . . .
I was a huge fan of Beverly Hills, 90210. Yes, I know there were a ton of fans, millions of people watched the show, I was just like every other preteen/teen of the 90’s. The difference was I was obsessed.
In an era where DVR didn’t exist, I wouldn’t do anything on Wednesday (and then Thursday) night when 90210 was on or made sure it was being taped with a VHS. I never missed an episode. I went to sleep-away camp every summer and basically refused to go the 2 summers it aired. You know the season, when Brenda took the pregnancy test.
If you are not a huge fan you are likely wondering why, 90210 aired over the summer. Seasons 2 and 3 started in July and ended May in the following year. It was a brilliant move to keep people’s attention when all the other shows were on the typical hiatus.
The only way I was convinced to go to sleep-away camp, (that I loved) was because my father said he would record every episode and he did.
I was that fan.
The height of Beverly Hills, 90210 popularity was when I deciding on my Bat Mitzvah theme. (Those we are not Jewish, after the Bat Mitzvah ceremony, you have a huge party similar to a Sweet 16. The party always has a fun theme.) I was in between teddy bears and Beverly Hills, 90210. I remember shopping at Panda, a popular store in our NJ neighborhood, and asking our regular sales person if she thought 90210 would still be popular in a year.
She said “yes, of course,” I screamed with excitement.
I don’t know why I thought her word was gospel but I got giddy and from that moment forward my Bat Mitzvah theme was going to be Pam’s Beverly Hills, 90210. (Yes, I went through a phase were I only wanted to be called Pam. I hated Pamela and then it switched.)
I was depressed when the show went off the air.
I always kept it close to my heart.
For as long as I remember I wanted to name one of my children for the iconic show but never told anyone.
I fell in love with the character a female Dylan from a short lived comedy, Good morning, Miami. The main female character was Dylan, an adorable, spunky, fierce women. I had never thought of Dylan for a female before. It could not be more perfect since I was team Dylan.
I had it picked out for years, even before I knew if I wanted children.
I told no one. NO ONE.
When I was pregnant with my first, Alex and I were constantly brainstorming baby names. In the Jewish tradition, you name your baby after someone close to you who passed away using their first initial– which was the tradition I had hoped we would follow and we did.
Alex was very close to his grandfather, Daniel.
I was internally thrilled when I knew this was going to workout. But it was not so easy. Alex loved Dani for a girl. I had to really convince him Dylan would work for a girl.
I was dead set, Dylan was the winner in my heart. Dani was cute but no Dylan.
Alex soon realized there was no winning this battle. He came around, Dylan Elizabeth was born June, 2014.
When the news broke of Luke Perry’s stroke last week, I have not stopped thinking him. I keep googling his name, hoping for a positive update.
Just 4-5 days after his massive stroke he was gone.
I felt such incredible sadness come over me for a person I have never met but meant so much to my adolescence and early adulthood. The feeling didn’t go away, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, his family and searching.
I always thought I would meet him at one of those conventions, tell him something funny/embarrassing (easy to do with me) and take a picture with him and my Dylan that I would cherish forever. It never got that chance. I am going to be better about living in the moment, if I see something do it. You never know if you will have that chance again.
Over the past few days, so many kind stories are coming out about Luke Perry, how he helped people, how he treated people, how kind he was, how funny he was. All things you never heard of when he was living. He never made a big deal about doing something nice. He didn’t have his publicist report his kind deeds. He just did them out of the kindness of his heart with no need for recognition.
He seemed like such a stellar guy, someone we could all learn a thing or two from.
I know he meant a lot to so many, let’s keep his memory alive by doing random acts of kindness; buy the person in back of you inline coffee, hold the door open, help someone with their stroller, smile, say hello . . . small nice things will really make a huge impact on someone.
Have you lost a icon from your childhood/teenage years? How did you coop with the loss? Let us know in the comments, let’s keep this conversation going.
Find out how I am cooping, in the comments.