Farrah Fawcett died today...
Growing up in the 70's and 80's was so good. Especially with a mom who loved being a girl, and loved girls who loved being girls. The clothes, the hair, the makeup - it seemed to be of bigger importance back then, in movies and tv. Well, my mom was a big fan of it all - the bigger the hair, the better - the bigger the eyelashes - forget about it! My mom was everything to me and my siblings, and when she passed away in March of last year, our worlds came crashing down. Every day I miss her, tremendously, and every day I wish I could feel like I did before. With her here, our lives were so good. Even when they were bad, they were so good.
Well, anyway, my mom (Vicki) was a big fan of Farrah Fawcett, and naturally, so was I. They were the same age, they had the same hair, and I always thought, the same nose. There has always been a direct affiliation for me, between my mom and Farrah, and so today, naturally, I'm feeling pretty awful.
I feel like that life, that once was so happy and so innocent, is getting farther and farther away ~ slipping away like a dream when you wake up.
So with all these girls, somehow, I celebrate Farrah...and my mom.