the only certainties in life are death and taxes

Jun 26, 2009 17:30

A very surreal start to a sad, long day.

As we drove across town to the church for my father-in-law's funeral, we heard the news on the radio that Farrah Fawcett had died. Very sad, we said to each other, and talked about Charlie's Angels (and Lee Major, but only people over 40 will get that part) a while, and then went back to talking about the emotional ordeal that lay ahead of us. Five minutes later, the news comes over the radio that Michael Jackson had suffered a cardiac arrest and died.

Like I said, it was a very surreal car journey.

As my husband said to me as we were driving home many hours later, 'Well, I guess we'll aways be able to remember the date of Dad's funeral, won't we?'

I knew that Farrah Fawcett was near the end, but the Michael Jackson news has just floored me. Personal weirdness and habits aside, his music was the soundtrack of my childhood and my teens and beyond. As a girl who adored nightclubs of all kinds, I've spent a lot of my life getting down to that man's music. I can't help but wonder what will become of his three children.

Getting back to real life, it's all a little too fresh to talk about now (hence my blathering about FF and MJ) but my FIL's funeral went perfectly to plan, the rain held off until we'd come back from the cemetery and none of the century-old family feuds (well, you know what I mean) were reignited. Phew, right? It's been a week and a half of emotional blahness, so right now we're looking forward to having a few drinks and ordering a pizza. I think the old man would have approved.

Hope you're all well. *waves tiredly*

rl

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