Growing up can always be so tough. People who were heroes become flawed, television memories destroyed by 'updated' versions and snacks you begged for now taste like chalk. Old, in the sun for one hundred days straight and dipped in gutter water chalk. Two celebrities, both tainted with time and gossip, leave their mortal coils and sail on to distant waters. Both take with them the drama and leave behind the memories that made me smile.

Farrah Fawcett and her teeth. While she wasn't my favorite Angel (Jaclyn Smith carried that title), her hair was awesome. I remember when the first girl tried getting that flip curl in Junior High. It was awful. Her hair was way too curly and short. She even tried to get the color right. No 13 year old should walk around with highlights like that. I remember the hot pants that they all wore on Charlie's Angels. I dreamed of a closet full of them.

Michael Jackson and his squeal. That mesmerizing dance that everyone wanted to do. His smile. *sigh* As a child I had the biggest crush on him. I remember singing Ben whenever I could. I still have a few Jackson Five albums. The songs were simple, fun and easy to sing along to. I watched the Jackson Five cartoons and thought Off the Wall was the greatest album. Even when he started to change I felt the need to defend him. His life was filled with chaos. Locked away from the world because of a talent everyone loved and yet kicked whenever he tried to be out. I can only pray that his children are whisked away and find a normal life somewhere that their father could only dream of.

I don't want to hear the jokes. Really. You see celebrities that you can mock and make fun of. I see two people who lived their lives in the shadows of society because they wanted to perform. I see two people who died. A father. A mother. A sister. A brother. A loved one. A friend. Remember that while you're smirking about some joke you thought was clever.

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