Part of my childhood died today with the passing of Farrah Fawcett. She was only 62, but had been battling cancer for three years.The star of Charlie's Angels adorned my bedroom wall in this famous poster when I was a wee nipper of 10 and 11, along with her fellow Angels - Kate Jackson and Jaclyn Smith.
I believe I still have those posters rolled up and stored somewhere in our new home, along with the full-page pictures of the Angels I saved from Look-In magazine in the mid-'70s, preserved in plastic sleeves to keep the Blu Tack from staining the paper.
The world is a slightly darker place without Farrah Fawcett and her death adds another tinge of sorrow to memories of my childhood.
She's an icon, no doubt about it.
ReplyDeleteI'm struck by the fact that she was my mother's age, and died from the same thing, the same year.
Damn you, cancer! Leave our ladies alone!
Sorry that this news has brought back memories of your own loss, Siskoid.
ReplyDeleteEvery coincidental similarity from now on will probably do that. Burden of the survivors.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's been on my mind anyway since they died only a little more than a month apart.
I mean it, cancer! Don't make me come over there and kick your ass!
Cancer (leukemia) took my father several years ago and barely a day goes by when I don't think about him and miss him.
ReplyDeleteSorry to read this siskoid and Flea. Cancer just plain sucks.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Whisk. But gradually science is beating it, so we must always keep our fingers crossed for the next break-through.
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