A glimspse into my musings ... as rambling, twisted & demented as they may be
|All I saw in the headlines today is Michael Jackson and I had to ask why? Farrah died yesterday as well. Was her life not worth as much? Did her brand of drama not sell as many papers? *sighs* I honestly do not understand the press.
I said I was in mourning ... I am. I mourn not for Michael Jackson but my heart goes out to those hurting at his passing.
As I told a friend today ... I understand the hurt. I loved The Man in Black, No ... not Johnny Cash ... The Intimidator ... # 3 .... Dale Earnhardt. I was sick to my stomach when his car hit the wall on that fateful last lap. I sobbed in front of the televison when they made the announcement, held in the arms of my not yet five year old son. It is something he remembers and one I cherish as a mother. The understanding and compassion of a child is humbling. I went to work the next day and co-workers ... many I wasn't even close to ... took the time to pass my desk ... say a word ... and so many squeeze my shoulder and ask if I would be okay. I cried.
I didn't know Dale Earnhardt. I was never blessed to meet the man, but on Sundays he entertained me and made me believe in miracles. I never counted him out. I loved him as many a fan did and this is why I mourn for the fans of Michael Jackson. I know the pain and the heartache.
My prayers are with the fans.