It’s been nearly two weeks since writer and comedian Harris Wittels tragically died at the age of 30, and since then there’s been an outpouring of remembrance from fans and fellow comics who loved Harris for his many comedy contributions. Yesterday, Harris’ sister Stephanie Wittels Wachs wrote a beautiful eulogy for him on Medium, and it’s a wonderful but heartbreaking look into who Harris was on a personal level with family, friends, and what he was like growing up. Here’s an excerpt:
I want to say that we will never get over this loss, that it has ruined our family, torn us apart, and left us all bloody and begging for mercy — that our hearts have left our bodies and will be buried in the ground today right along with him. That there will always be a gaping, painful hole in our family and a feeling that something isn’t right, that no holiday, vacation, meal, or conversation will ever be the same. Harris was my parents’ second child and their only son — my mom’s favorite horror movie watch partner and my dad’s own personal studio executive to whom he would pitch a bottomless pit of show ideas. He was my only brother, my original best friend, and my most trusted confidant. With each other, we always had the freedom to just come as we were when no one was watching — neurotic, obsessive, messy, anxious, sad. There was never any judgment on either side — just unbridled honesty, even when it was hard to stomach.
Read the rest here.