Jack Tripper was my hero. When I was a kid, I always imagined that I'd grow up and live in an apartment, with two zany roommates and an obnoxious landlord underfoot.

I grew up with him.

Jack Tripper was as much a part of my life as waking up every morning and going to school. Each night after dinner, I'd rush through my chores, so as not to miss a single episode.

I guess I was a little bit in love.

John Ritter's passing, unexpected and sudden as it was, tinged today with sorrow. For a man struck down in his prime and the family that wasn't ready to let him go, my prayers are with them. May they find comfort, in knowing that he touched all our lives with laughter, and he will never be forgotten.