25 June 2009
Never would I, in my wildest dreams, have thought I would be writing the names Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett in the same sentence, but such is life; and death.
Farrah’s battle with cancer was commendable. She showed the world she had the will to survive. Yes, the cancer won, but she gave us a glimpse into a side of her that no one knew. She was an American icon from the moment her poster hit the market in 1976. Twelve million people liked what she represented and bought that poster. For me, that is how I will remember her.
To put in perspective, the passing of Michael Jackson, one has to realize that the body can take only so much stress. Between the scandals and the lawsuits and the medical procedures and having to live in a “bubble”, his heart had enough. An injection of Demerol (a very heavy duty pain medication) slowed his breathing until it stopped altogether, apparently.
Their deaths remind us that as humans we only have “x” amount of energy or antibodies or second chances. We have much to learn from these deaths.
From Farrah we realize that within each of us lies “the good fight” and from MJ, we admit to ourselves that life is better lived on a simple plane devoid of chaos and commotion. For Michael Jackson, stardom was his ticket to life and death.
I cannot remember a single instance when Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson shared the stage, until today’s final curtain call.