Email From A Reader: Death of Two Icons

Hi

I read your letter to ST and am glad you wrote that. I thought I was the only weird one that felt this profound sadness and teary eyes when the news broke out about their deaths.

I felt a teeny weeny part of me has died too – they form part of the many memories when I was growing up in the 70s/80s. I feel sad for Michael that he never lived a fulfilling life despite his riches & fame & millions of adoring fans. He was a misunderstood man-boy with a messy, roller-coaster life. I remember watching him perform in the National Stadium – he was just a tiny speck. And Farrah – (I had her hairstyle while I was in my late teens!! haha. Unfortunately not her looks!!) – she gave up everything just for the man she loved. She clung onto him all these years hoping to be Mrs O’Neal – how tragic and unhappy her life was.

Why couldn’t they walk out of their misery? Why didn’t they seek help? Why couldn’t they see the mess they were in? Why couldn’t they get on with their lives? But it’s too late now – they are gone forever…..

Now I’m beginning to feel sad for those who are still alive but living half a life – when they die – will it be just an empty life that comprise of just me, me, me OR me, my kids and my family. How shallow humans can be – that so long as everything is fine and we’re happy – it doesn’t matter that the world around us is crying out for help.

You know, after news of MJ’s death, I wrote an email to an old friend and said “Yes I’d love to organise that zoo outing for the poor &needy children for Christmas”. I think our lives must matter not just to those around us but also to those who do not know us but will think of us with a smile & for giving them special little memories to remember.

Regards,

Sally

(Name changed to protect identity of writer. Permission is granted to reproduce this email).

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