Later in the week read in the paper that Ed McMahon died at 86 (ok well he was old and prolly ready to go) but still it ain't happy news! Keep on trucking through the week and Farrah Fawcett dying at 62. OK that was a sad...her only child in jail and can't come and see her and her long time love finally proposing at a point where she can't even respond. I was shaking my head on the train when we stop in a tunnel and the lights and air conditioning turn off as we are delayed. So I'm bored and pull out my phone to see a million texts and get a phone call about the King of Pop going into cardiac arrest. WHAT!? Gone at 50. 50! Too young. I wasn't really sad at first. I figured he wasn't happy so it is better that he not suffer anymore. Same with the Charlie's Angel icon. All that pain to keep enduring would be too much for anyone. Ole Ed was the oldest and probably had the best and most normal personal life and the least amount of drama and controversy and of course fame.
So I am home looking up stuff and I found this quote about MJ:
By the early 1980's, he was deeply unhappy; Jackson explained, "Even at home, I'm lonely. I sit in my room sometimes and cry. It's so hard to make friends...I sometimes walk around the neighborhood at night, just hoping to find someone to talk to. But I just end up coming home."
And this is what broke me. This man was immensely blessed with talent and no one around him was his REAL friend. No one! So this just broke me up.
And what about the family left behind? Especially the kids. This week exposes the silliness and selfishness that people had been doing to make their kids lives difficult as the foolishness that it is. Not to mention the other kids/parents (John & Kate 8 children or that fool in South Carolina's 4 boys) in the news this week can actually do something about their situation unlike the finality of death. Kids have lost parents and parents have lost children. (Farrah's father did visit her recently at 91 he has outlived both of his daughters)
That being said I'm glad I got friends. I can't moon walk. No one wants to see me in a pin-up in a one piece orange swimsuit. I can't sing and dance at the same time and put on a show. My hair may have never set fashion trends. I am happy and I always have friends to talk to. But I think out of all the tragedies have happened this week I will take the positive notes that I can find.
- The driver, Jeanice McMillan, of the train that crash (who some speculated was using her phone) did die in the accident but her action of paying attention and applying the brakes saved lives. She is a fallen Hero.
- There has been an outpouring of love and prayer for those who lost their lives and loved ones in Monday's tragic accident. People are still capable of sympathy and empathy.
- It seems people are putting a greater value on friendship...I mean Farrah and MJ's deaths are tragic and when you think of them you think of tumultuous relationships...ole Ed though...you think of him & his pal Johnny and him living till a ripe old age of 86 with family friends and loved ones. This is a reality check for our priorities in life.
- We are responsible to our friends to help them be the best they can be and not let them go into self destruction mode.
- People are (if only for a temporary period of time) seeing the value of life and living life in every moment. Not waiting for someone you love to fall ill before you express love (or propose marriage)
- Every age group can identify with the American celebrities that have left us to hopefully a better place and reminisce on the soundtrack or laugh track or backdrop to our individual lives.
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