There they go again. A celebrity has to go and be on their deathbed from sickness and remind me of my own mortality. How dare they?! Of course I am talking about Farrah Fawcett, who has been in the news a lot lately about her seemingly downhill battle with the dreaded 'C' word. (no, not THAT 'C' word...if only...!)
Farrah Fawcett. Reading about her struggle is really effecting me, more than others I read about for some odd reason. I guess for me she totally symbolizes a big part of my childhood. Like Harry Potter is to Vivian, Charlie's Angels was the stuff of dreams to me....I wanted nothing more than to be one of those beautiful, brave and clever P.I.s. I mean, come on! Have any man under your spell whilst you drive a cool fast car, brandish a gun, look really good running in a bikini and always save the day with your cool peeps?? There was nothing better. I spent many a summer day with my friend Linda Kohout doing my small adolescent Iowa City version of just that. (okay, we didn't drive, had no guns but our fingers and I'm pretty sure didn't wear our bathing suits while we played, but still.) We would make our friend Bryan be Bosley, (poor Bryan...I'm sure he would have much rather been the ever-elusive but always surrounded by a harem Charlie) and his friend Brad be the bad guy. And actually, Farrah wasn't even my favorite Angel. 
Whenever we played I always had to be Kelly, or Jaclyn Smith. No one ever wanted to be Sabrina, that brainy one. (although she was always my dear husband's favorite, which is one of the things that made me fall in love with him....!) I spent hours making Charlie's Angels paper dolls, creating their mod 70's fashions and even putting together a penthouse apartment out of other paper doll folders by stapling them all together...it was complete with an oven that opened and a fold-out bed. And don't forget the disco lamp!
With Farrah's death will definitely come the end of an era to me. That is so very sad! And of course as I mentioned before, the morbid realization that hey...that could happen to me. Or a friend or family member. It makes you wonder...which friend or loved one will be the first one you hear about? Horrible to think about, and I try everything possible NOT to. But when news like this is all over, you can't help but go there.
Meanwhile, I'll go about my day and try to make the most of every minute. That is the good to come out of these reminders....be grateful for your health when you have it, and your loved ones as you have them. Maybe on the day Farrah goes I'll have to gather up some friends and play Charlie's Angels, just for old time's sake. We can strike a pose, hold out our fingers and shout in a breathy voice, "All right, hold it right there!" I'll make Coreman be Bosley.
