R.I.P. Natasha Richardson

I've been reading articles and hearing news about Natasha Richardson's skiing accident since yesterday, but didn't think too much of it. She apparently had a little spill while taking a skiing lesson in Canada, where husband Liam Neeson is shooting a film.

She complained of a headache and was flown to New York yesterday with brain swelling. She was announced to be brain-dead today. Her family made the difficult choice to take her off of life support. Natasha was 45.

I am just ... flabbergasted.

I will always remember Natasha Richardson as seeming like one of those cheerful, lovely celebrities that I would actually want to meet. Although she was a 'serious actress' that was classically trained (and bred from the illustrious Redgrave bloodline), she seemed to have so much fun in movies like "The Parent Trap," "Blow Dry," and "Maid in Manhattan." She made unwatchable movies watchable, light, lovely.

I hope she was not in pain, and I hope that her family had a chance to see her, talk to her, hug her, be with her before she was gone.

Her mother, Vanessa Redgrave, was reportedly there at the hospital, so I hope that Ms. Redgrave got to see her baby one last time. I also hope that her sister, Joely Richardson, was there. I can't imagine AT ALL what I would do if my sister died.

She is survived by her husband, Liam Neeson, and their two sons.