They say the only unavoidable things in life are death and taxes. You’d never imagine a woman like Diane Keaton would ever die. She made generations of girls less afraid to grow old. She showed me you can have it all—on screen and off.
I first saw Ms. Keaton as a kid in Father of the Bride. As the world’s youngest Steve Martin fan at the time, he’s who I mostly remember in that movie. The sequel, though, was about a mother and a daughter—and that’s when I saw Ms. Keaton as the ultimate mom. She becomes a mother three times over and a grandmother all at once. What could be more mom than that?
My favorite of her films, and always will be, is Baby Boom. Something about it has always resonated with me: a young career woman left with a small child, rebuilding her life from the ground up. J.C. was the dream—a small-town woman who’s still successful despite it all.
In real life, Diane Keaton adopted her children, too. Her son is only ten months older than me. Her daughter is only twenty-nine. My heart breaks for both of them.
If the woman who made growing old look like fun is gone, how am I supposed to know it still will be?
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