The obvious conversation currently here in America as well as across the world I am sure, is the loss of musician Michael Jackson. Although saddened to see this gifted performer die, I was just as sad to hear of Ed McMahan and Farrah Fawcett passing as well.
First we loss Ed. Wonderful sidekick to Johnny Carson. He was also known as The Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes King. All in all, a wonderful gentleman. What he had experienced recently with his financial troubles, and decision to share publicly was an eye opener to all that it can happen to anyone in a nano-second. He was blessed to live a good long life.
Farrah died yesterday morning following her horrible battle with Colon Cancer. I don't think the news surprised anyone. She has been gravely ill and it has been newsworthy to report her progression of this fight. Farrah was quite the icon for us 70's kids. The girls all wanted to be her or at least one of Charlies Angels. We tried desperately to mimic her lovely feathered bangs. The boys, well they just wanted to be with her! Her poster was up on walls in boys rooms across the country. She surprised us with her award winning performance in The Burning Bed. And she shocked us with her irate strange behavior in recent years. She fought her Colon cancer quietly, till the end. She inspired many.
We also got the surprising news late yesterday afternoon of Micheal Jackson being rushed to the hospital with some sort of heart complication. Many wondered if this was just another of his bizarre episodes. But, quickly learned that he died at age 50. Micheal oozed with talent. We all know that. The man could sing, dance, perform like crazy. He had a kind gentleness about him. BUT he was extremely weird. One heckofa oddball. I need not even go into the bizarre stories, you can read or watch them on every page and channel of tabloid magazines. Although I was not a big fan of Michael's, I respected this performers talent.
Which brings us to the threes.
Isn't it strange? Do you see that death seems to come in threes? My Mom use to say it, and it always did seem that way. I hear others say it too. So, what is up with that? It aways freaks me out a bit. Any theories?
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