Daily Inspiration Quote by Margot Kidder

Grief rarely arrives as a clean, continuous narrative; Margot Kidder lets it show up jagged, full of gaps and moral accounting. The first move is disarmingly plain: “Chris was a friend of mine, I loved him.” It’s not a performance of celebrity intimacy so much as a staking out of sincerity in a culture that reflexively distrusts famous people mourning other famous people. Then she complicates it immediately with the line that could sound like a confession: “I didn’t see him for 18 months before he died.” That distance matters. It acknowledges how friendships fray under pressure, how lives get partitioned by geography, work, addiction, illness, or sheer exhaustion. She’s preempting the tabloid version of loss - the idea that not being present disqualifies you from loving someone.

The “accident” is doing heavy lifting: a euphemism that signals trauma without exploiting it. Kidder refuses lurid detail, but she does insist on the after: “I’d met him several times after.” That “after” becomes its own era, one where identity is remade in public and private.

The most telling phrase is “personal growth in his interior life.” It’s actor language that reaches past the surface - past the body, the fame, the spectacle - and insists the real story is invisible. Kidder’s intent is quietly corrective: to reframe a life many would reduce to tragedy or legend as one that still contained agency, reflection, and change. The subtext is also self-protective: if growth was possible then, meaning can be salvaged now, even for those left feeling they weren’t close enough at the end.