A little over a month ago I watched “Farrah’s Story” on NBC. The story chronicled Farrah Fawcett’s battle with anal cancer and ultimately liver cancer. As I watched the story unfold, I realized how very sick she has been for quite a long time, so I was not too shocked when I heard the news last night that she had taken a turn for the worst.
A lot of guys my age, myself included, had Farrah’s poster on their wall and will always remember her as the blonde bombshell she was. She played Jill Munroe, the blonde, beautiful, detective on Charlie’s Angels.
While Farrah will mostly be remembered for her role on Charlie’s Angels and that poster, she was an incredible actress who appeared in made for TV movies such as “The Burning Bed”. Although she held a degree in Microbiology, she chose to pursue acting, and in turn became an American icon.
Farrah Fawcett lost her battle with cancer this morning, and I for one will miss her. Having grown up in an era with icons like Farrah Fawcett, Mark Spitz, Evel Knievel, Lynda Carter, The Osmonds, The Waltons, The Brady Bunch, and Fonzie, it comes as quite a shock when they start passing away.
I don’t remember the first time I heard Michael Jackson sing, or the first time I saw him on television, but I know I was very, very young at the time. I grew up listening to the Jackson Five and who can forget his solo albums like Off The Wall, Bad, Dangerous, and of course, Thriller?
Earlier today, Michael Jackson collapsed at his home in California and was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles where he was pronounced dead. Reports indicate that he suffered from cardiac arrest and was not breathing when paramedics arrived at his home. The King of Pop is dead.
Forgetting, for a moment, everything else going on in the world, today is a very sad day in America.
May they both rest in peace.