

I woke up today this morning feeling sorry for myself, because I was feeling bad, with another cold. It seems like I've had the same cold since October 2008. Made coffee, starting getting my writing notes organized and turned on the news, like I do any other morning. I'm not sure what time it was, but I heard that Farrah Fawcett died, I stopped cold in my tracks.
What do you mean she died? Ryan proposed, she accepted and they were going to get married. I knew she was very ill, but she was a fighter and fought her cancer with every strength of her being. She can't be dead. But it's true.
Farrah was my favorite Angel. There was just something about her smile that was so warm and genuine. She gave a new meaning to the "layered look" in hair styles. Anyone with long enough hair that could wear a Farrah "feathered" do, was strutting her stuff and then some.
She was not only beautiful, she was compassionate, intelligent and committed to her craft. I read an article Robert Greenwald wrote for the Huffington Post. He explained that he was so amazed by Farrah when they were shooting
The Burning Bed
. He had this to say," I was directing her for the first time and her fearless commitment to going to the darkest places emotionally never wavered. She never hesitated when I took her to battered women's shelters. To interview women with painful stories". "... and she never flinched when I described how we needed to take away her wonderful beauty and life force to make the film and role authentic. As I staged the brutal assaults, her physical guts and strength were a shining example for the whole cast".
I remember watching the movie
The Burning Bed
experiencing many different emotions and awed by Farrah's tremendous performance. The world will miss more than her beautiful smile. May she rest in peace.
Adding insult to injury, the news flashed "Breaking News" and I saw that Michael Jackson was hospitalized. He had cardiac arrest. Being the news junkie that I am. I know from Dr. Sanjay Gupta that cardiac arrest means the heart stops and quivers...it does not beat. Immediate intervention is needed for the patient to survive. He will be OK. I told myself.
Flashbacks took me to last summer when Bernie Mac and Issac Hayes died within days of each other. Two other people I felt close to. I grew up with Issac's music and related to Bernie's humor because we were the same age. The stuff he joked about, I also experienced. Michael was going to be OK, because I willed it to be so.
My sister was the first to tell me Michael died. I screamed out loud. No. She said she was now in mourning. I ran to the TV... at first CNN and MSNBC would not announce the death, because it was not confirmed. But when they finally did announce it, I felt apart of me also left with Michael, because his music was such an important part of my life from my teenage years thru adulthood. Michael was a musical genius.
I tried to think of my favorite Michael Jackson song, but I like too many to name. I managed to pick my 3 favorite albums:
Off the Wall
,
Michael Jackson 25th Anniversary of Thriller
and
Bad
.
They in no way, neatly package what I most liked about Michael's music, but I feel I need to pin something down. It hasn't completely sunk in yet. Maybe tomorrow it will. The King of Pop is gone. May he find peace and solitude. I will every time I hear his music.