With all the hubub surrounding Michael Jackson's death, you may have forgotten that we lost another American icon on Thursday morning as well: Farrah Fawcett. I didn't realize how amazing this woman was until I watched "Farrah's Story" on Saturday. Her courage in the face of her devastating disease is a true inspiration to all and I would highly recommend you grab a box of tissues, shut off all exterior distractions and watch the entire documentary. I dare you not to be affected by this amazing woman. There were two pieces of her writing that affected me the most that I would like to share here.
After learning her cancer had come back with a vengence, she wrote:
I'm lyin gin bed, trying to sleep with an IV in my hand
But it's not drugs that fill my body today, but despair
Outside my window, it's pouring rain...that big drop rain
that has always evoked all my senses since childhood.
How I love the thunderous roar that preceeds it and
the sweet scent it leaves behind.
Somehow, I take comfort in the fact that this purest of water
is cleansing everything in its paths
So much like the chemicals that flow down a tube and into my veins.
I was just thinking how much I would miss the rain.
Sometimes, I wonder whether I would be able to experience it from heaven.
Maybe God lets you dip your wings down into the rain if only for an instant.
That would be nice.
And a poem she wrote for her son, Redmond (one I think all Moms can relate to):
For Redmond my boy, I will always be there.
When you are so very young, I will always be there.
When you fall, I will always be there.
When you are over 6 feet tall, I will always be there.
When one day you wake up and realize that I am gone, I will still be there.
Always...Always with you, forever in you. Redmond, my boy, I will always be there.
There is dignity and grace in fighting for your life. Farrah Fawcett showed us this. May God bless her family and friends left behind.
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