Waves of the past have been washing over me for several days. Tomorrow will be forty-one years since Dad passed away. I think every year it might be easier, but it’s not. Note to self: it’s hard, it makes you sad, don’t expect anything else.
Plus, the death of George Michael and Carrie Fisher have unearthed many memories of the 70′s and 80′s. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t say I ever owned a George Michael album, but his music provided a background melody to much of the 80′s. My favorite George Michael song is “Father Figure”…”I will be the one who loves you ‘til the end of time”…yes, words to express those “daddy” issues that are hidden in every emotion of my life. Thank you, George.
I didn’t become a Star Wars fan until “The Force Awakens” was released last year. I was so excited to see Princess Leia, Luke Skywalker, and Han Solo in the movie. Again, not because I had been a Star Wars fan in the 70′s. I think I saw the first movie (now the “fourth” volume because of prequels) back in 1977, and wasn’t impressed enough to see any of the others. But Star Wars produced a cultural impression which couldn’t be ignored, even if you tried.
And then, Carrie Fisher’s death represents all the “soapboxes” I have climbed up on since my heart attack. I’ve tried to caution women about heart disease and how coronary artery conditions act in such sly, malicious ways to destroy life. Just think, she was flying home for Christmas after a European book tour and then she had a heart attack. Then she died. She had all life had to offer, and then she had no life. Sudden death from heart attacks always strikes a dark chord in my heart (pun intended). I lived…my dad didn’t, Carrie didn’t, Alan Thicke didn’t, Janet, a high school acquaintance, didn’t. Sigh~ such news should remind us that life is fleeting so get busy living life. But often it just freezes me in my tracks, wondering when…
I got an XM radio (I love it!) from Tracy for Christmas (I know it’s SiriusXM now, but it’s always XM to me). “70′s on 7″ and “80′s on 8″ have served up the background music for the past few days. Music can sure take you back…back to being a child when everything felt perfect and secure, back to being a teenager with all of life ahead of you, back to being a young mother, back to any place in time…I wonder if someday I’ll listen to music and be nostalgically transported back to today. Nah.
Later this night: Debbie Reynolds passed away. This is all very surreal. I'm guessing her heart was broken.