I mourned McDreamy. I bawled my eyes out, whimpering like I was hurt. That’s because I was.
By the time I caught up with Season 11 of Grey’s Anatomy, I already knew he was killed. But that didn’t stop the hot torrential tears flowing from my gut as my insides were squeezed out.
But that’s not the story. This story is about how I found out about Derek. It was my dad that ruined it for me.
I was minding by business one afternoon when Papa said, “Ehen Miji, sho moa won doctor e to man wo yen, ikan ninu awon actor yen ti ku o” (Translation: Miji, you know that doctor show you like so much, one of the actors is dead). As you can imagine, there were all sorts of electric impulses firing off in my brain.
So I asked him which one of them. He said a Patrick something. It was awful. I do remember muttering something like “I’m not over Paul Walker yet. What in the world is going on? How can he die?” So I asked my dad what happened? How did he die?
My dad, wait for this, said he was on his way home from shooting a scene and had a car accident. I was so upset, so angry and feeling all muddled up inside. Like Why?? What a loss to the world, I thought.
The next day, I was listening to the radio while in the car, when some presenter started sharing updates about the show. You cannot imagine my relief when I heard that it was Derek Shepherd and not Patrick Dempsey that had died.
When I got back home, the first thing I did was confront Papa. I was explaining that it was the character that died, not the actor. The man started laughing and said he heard what he heard. He remembered hearing the name Patrick Dempsey and jumped into conclusions. I couldn’t stay mad at him for long. It became a joke and I teased him about it for a long long time.