What a Tragic Day

Two superstars in one day, both hopefully knocking on the Pearly Gates. One I'm sure will be greeted with open arms, the other...well he may have some explaining to do.

Michael Jackson's death, while ultimately an unexpected surprise didn't effect me as much as the death of Farrah Fawcett.

I need to find my Farrah folder. I had so many pictures of her in a file. Her smile was magical. Everyone talks about that famous hair, but for me it was the toothy smile that made her so pretty. Of the two, knowing that she has passed made me more sad.

Quite frankly, I wasn't much of a Michael Jackson fan. Anyone who made that much money and ended his life so deeply in debt, and having to rely on the kindness of other wealthy people to the point even they sued him and kicked him out is very sad. Yet he remained an icon to millions. I don't know what that says about our fanticism. I guess it doesn't matter much now. He's going to make so much more money dead than alive that I'm sure his 3 precious children will never want for anything.

Which brings me back to Farrah. She will become a fond memory for every man my age who couldn't wait to get their hands on that famous poster and hang it on their wall. To be greeted by that warm smile, ever morning. She will be remembered for what she did that was good, and not for anything unseemly, and that's the way everyone should be remembered.

Farewell to you both - but for me I'll hang on to my Farrah memories longer than Michael's.