I took a day off of work, hoping to relax and instead found myself parked in front of the TV all day. First, it was the news of Farrah Fawcett’s death, then it was the news of Michael Jackson’s death.
Fawcett’s death was expected, as she had been ill with cancer for quite a while. I watched her recent documentary, and admired her courage in the face of what looked like such a hopeless situation. I also felt so badly for her longtime love, Ryan O’Neal. It’s hard watching someone you love slowly slip away.
Jackson’s death seemed expected and unexpected all at once. I hate to say it, but I didn’t think he was going to live to an old age. He was a great talent trapped in a harmful environment. He never got the help he needed for his mental and physical issues. It’s a shame he left this earth the way he did. If Michael Jackson had to leave us so soon, I wished it would’ve been in the manner of Ray Charles, and Johnny Cash. One last hit album, one last great video.
Pray for Fawcett’s family, and for Jackson’s family. Pray that Redmond and Ryan stay away from the drugs. Pray that Jackson’s 3 young children can have some peace, and one day go out in the world without having to hide behind silly masks.
