Farrah Fawcett

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O would some Power

the giftie gie us

to see ourselves as others see us

Robert Burns, Scottish national poet (1759-1796)

Life is Passing Right Before My Eyes

Do you ever feel like your life is passing right before your eyes in fast motion?  These are the feelings that I’m experiencing of late which have been exacerbated by the retirements this week of my long-time friends and co-workers, and the death of Farrah Fawcett.

Although I knew that Farrah had been battling cancer, when I found out yesterday that she died, I suddenly felt in touch with my own mortality.  It’s as if a piece of me went with her.

Why, you may ask, do I feel like this?  I grew up, coming of age in the 70s and Farrah was a few years older than me.  I was a newlywed at the time, and remember faithfully watching Charlie’s Angels admiring with envy Farrah’s gorgeous hair and beautiful smile.   I was young then, but even in my best years, never did I look or could have looked like she did.  I always said if I could “come back,” it would be as a 5′7″ blonde.  The most I ever stood was about 5′1″.

Before the Internet and even before the advent of cable television, VCR and DVDs, I would watch a fair amount of television in the evenings.  Some of my all-time favorite shows over the years included Magnum P.I.; Three’s Company;  All In The Family; The Jeffersons; Sanford and Son and Everybody Loves Raymond.  Since I’m older than dirt, I even remember watching Ryan O’ Neal on Peyton Place.

It’s hard to believe, but I’m probably one of the few out there that don’t “get” reality TV shows and haven’t once watched Jon & Kate and don’t understand what all the hoopla is about, and actually, could care less.  There’s more drama here in Dysfunction Junction without having to watch it on TV.

So many of my favorite actors and actresses who were ingrained in my memory have passed on.  Although my grandmother lived to be 101, sometimes you wonder what’s around the corner for you.

I’m experiencing a sense of sadness and loss – but of what?  My youth?  I look at Farrah’s pictures from those earlier days – that famous bathing suit pinup poster picture – and in my mind’s eye, Farrah will always look like that, forever young.

When I look at pictures of myself when I was roughly the same age as Farrah, I think I still look like I did and nothing has changed.

And then I look in the mirror.

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