Remembering the mid-1970's, I can't help but call to mind some of my favorite television shows. Some favorites were The Bionic Woman (I loved Lindsey Wagner's style), Cher's comedy show (what a hoot she was), and Charlie's Angels. Who couldn't be in awe of these three women in their own detective show looking as fabulous as they did?
I really liked Farrah Fawcett from the beginning. Beauty, what seemed like a fun, playful personality, and those pearly-white teeth. I followed her career, her ups and downs, and marveled at her talent. I believe she made the right choice in leaving the show after only one year (it really didn't seem like only a year) and going on her own. I see how she needed to prove who she was - and not get stuck in the role as a ditzy blond. She had such insight at such a young age.
When I saw The Burning Bed, her talent blew me away. I understood the part she played, really understood it. She was fabulous. Her beauty was not the focus; her talent was - and she played it WELL. And now she was on her way, making right choices for herself. And, of course, being matched with Ryan O'Neal wasn't too shabby either. They were a very attractive couple. It always amazed me that she never decided to marry him (I would!). But she followed her own path - the path that was right for her. I remember seeing her work as a sculptor and I was blown away. Not just pretty, not just strong, not just talented as an actress, but a talented artist. It was nice seeing her portrayed in a personal role I had not imagined. To see her work, to hear her speak of her passion in the arts, was totally awesome.
And then her battle with cancer. Oh, she didn't stay in the background and keep from the public eye. No. Vanity was not a part of this. She shared her battle with the world. And not for pity. I feel she shared it to help others. To show she was just like everyone else - and for those facing the same battle. This was not fake. This was real. And she faced it with hope, in spite of what the doctors told her. She never gave up.
And as I watched with sadness last night - seeing her past accomplishments, her beauty captured in pictures and film, the part that really jumped out at me was her faith. When she made the sign of the cross, when she held her rosary beads in her hands, it was an inspiration to me. Yes, we walk the real road of our lives alone, but it is up to each of us how we walk it. Farrah walked it with courage-yes, but she walked it with her belief in God. I am touched. And even though I am feeling sad today like so many other people, I feel warm inside knowing of her strong faith in God and that she has gone home. And as the rest of us feel a sense of loss because we will not see new things about her anymore, my heart is happy that she was here with us, and my message from her is: Follow your own path, be true to yourself. And love your God.
Thank you Farrah, for inspiring me. To travel your own road through life......to utilize the talents that God gave you, and to always have faith and believe in Him.
God Bless You, Farrah Fawcett
The Angels
The men she loved
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