Memories of mine about Farrah and Michael

[ladyauthor2b]

Two persons from my generation have recently passed on. Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. While everyone knew about one's brave battle over cancer, the sudden heart attack of a pop king took everyone by storm. Still, these two individuals faced fame from two different walks of life. Many people have opinions about them. To each their own, but for now, as I turn fifty this year, I want to stop and reflect upon them as I did when I was a teenager.

I watched in awe of Farrah on Charlie's Angels. She was the "IT" girl, with beautiful hair and long legs. She was a natural beauty and seemed like a pleasant individual. I recalled as the years rolled on and her looks somewhat faded, what a bad rap she began to recieve. Through her fight with cancer, we saw her bravery and even if her life with her family was turmoiled with secrets, with Redman's jail time and Ryans constant battles with his kids, she still was a beautiful woman within. She deserved to go thinking her son was in "rehab", so she could go to her final resting place in serenity.  God give you plenty of it now, lovely Farrah. So for all eternity, rest in peace. And I will always remember your beautiful smile.

Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five burst into my young life when I was in elementary school. Even though ABC and Mama's Pearl were the popular songs, I recalled spinning a B side of a 45 in my room. I became entranced with the soulful voice of Michael Jackson, belting out "Whose loving you."  I played it over and over again. I remembered my freinds and me having an opportunity to play the radio during a lunch recess. "I want you back' came on and instantly we danced and clapped along. We even tried to sing the song. 

As the years went on, we saw the transitions in Michael, in his music, his life, in his physical attributions. Many called him a lunatic, some mad man who wanted to be white, but he ailed from a skin condition.  then we watched the trails of the molestation accusations. The woman who claimed Michael abused her son seemed just as wacky on stand. Who knew the truth?  All I know is that I felt so appalled and sad about what the publicity that ensued over him after that. Was he just an innocent soul who got messed up pretending he was still a kid?  

So many people came out to give him tribute after the news of his sudden death. People from all walks of life and from everywhere.  I was amazed at the outpouring. My hope is that this generous spirit won't leave if his three children need something along the way. What is their fate? Is their any money left to support them?  Wouldn't it be a wonderful thing if all those people in England didn't ask for their refund back on the concerts he had planned in July?  He obviosly wanted to make some to save face, to save himself, to earn money again.  If he had remained an ordinary man on the street asking for help, would one give it to him? I wonder. 

 Tonight I listened to a compilation of songs he did over three decades. Astounding music. I sat in my chair, bobbed my head, snapped my fingers to Bad, Billie Jean, Thriller, and just absorbed whenever he sang a melodic song, like Man in the Mirror, or something poignant and stirring, like You're not alone. The man had absolute talent and in spite of what was portrayed in his public life, in music, he was blessed. Very blessed. He was definetely King of Pop.

So rest in peace Michael. I will always cherish my LP Thriller albulm and all the memories of your moonwalk, your white glove, and the fantastic moves you displayed in your dances.

[Kajenloca]

Jun. 27, 2009 at 12:57 PM

What a beautiful tribute! It still seems so surreal that they are gone. Thanks for sharing your memories.

[Spokenfor]

Jun. 27, 2009 at 5:32 PM

This was lovely.  thank  you. :)