When I heard of the death of Michael Jackson I was totally shocked as was everyone else in the country.
I grew up with him, had a childhood crush on him and truly loved his music. The second half of his life was difficult to deal with since he was such an icon. I was asked to blog about him but my true connection was with the death of Farrah Fawcett, the same day, and announced almost the same time as Michael.
For me, to watch Farrah suffer for the three years with cancer was very close to home. I personally feel she had a much harder fight than I, but I was a child, and truly cannot identify with all of the procedures she went through. My fight was hard enough, and even may have been the same, the end results different. My sadness for her and her family are deep, my heart aches for those who stood by her and never left her side throughout. That alone kept her going, someone to push you through each and every day, even when you beg for them not to. That, I can relate to. The medicine, the tests, the treatments, and the pain. Although the pain fades, I have vivid memories of how bad it was. As I grew older, I had nightmares from some of the pain and suffering I went through. I salute you Farrah.
