The phone rang about an hour ago.
I picked it up and heard my friend's voice saying "Raizy, all our childhood icons are dying."
"I know", I said. "I heard about Farrah Fawcett."
She hesitated. "Michael Jackson just died, too."
I gasped. "Get outta here. Really?"
"Yes", she said. "What do you think that means?"
"I think it means that we're old and are also rapidly hurtling towards death."
"No way", she snorted. "I'm not hurtling anywhere."
Good for her, I guess. But we're all hurtling, whether she likes it or not.
Highland Park in Autumn
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Bridge over the Raritan River, apples from the Highland Park Farmers
Market, and a "no peeking" drawing exercise
4 hours ago
3 comments:
Is Bob Newhart still alive? Because he was nice. 2 good sitcomes to his credit as well, you don't see that often.
Oh, oh, and Henry Winkler's still alive. Don't lose hope.
I like that: "hurtling towards death"--I'll have to use that around my husband, who likes to call me Doom and Gloom anyway.
(I also thought the same thing, BTW; getting to an age where people die more and more frequently).
Baila-
Absolutely. And then this morning I got the sad news that my friend's father has passed away. So it's not just celebrities. Unfortunately, it's our parents and in-laws and former teachers as well.
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