It’s not that I really CARE that much about John Travolta. I’m not a huge fan of his…I’ve never cared about him one way or another. But I’ve seen him on Oprah enough times to conclude that that guy seems pretty darn happy about life.
If anything I’m a bigger fan of John’s wife, Kelly Preston…but again…not a huge follower.
Last night I was dinking around on the internet when I read the disturbing headline:
Apparently Jett almost died when he was two and was diagnosed with Kawasaki disease, which can cause a variety of painful side effects, including seizures, and sometimes lead to heart problems. I guess he was found in the bathroom on Friday morning after having a seizure and hitting his head. They were unable to revive him.
After reading the article I was all, “oh my gosh, did you hear John Travolta’s SON died??” and Pat was all “huh-uh” and I was all, “oh man. That’s just awful.”
And I couldn’t turn it off.
At lunch today I brought it up again.
me: I just feel so awful for John Travolta and Kelly.
pat: Why? Because it’s John Travolta?
me: No. Well…I guess in a way yeah. You know when they put someone on tv like that and you watch him act and you see his interviews and you hear him talk about his family…in a way you kind of feel like you know the person a little bit.
Think about it…we’re sitting here eating lunch right now and they are really out there somewhere grieving their son’s death! And that people like me read the headlines and kind of shake their heads and then take another bite of their cheese sandwiches and carry on with their lives.
Those peoples lives have just stopped. Everything has stopped. They were once where I am, with a baby boy just going about their business…never suspecting for one minute that he would die just 16 years later.
I have plans for my kids. There is never a moment when they are not on my mind. I am always thinking about them. Assessing they’re personalities. Planning their meals. Thinking about their schooling. It’s non stop. My babies!
And that could so be me. I might be the one oblivious that my son will fall and hit his head and die in 15 years. And someone out there will hear about it and mention it to someone else, “hey, did you hear about Kathy’s son?? Isn’t that a shame?” and then they will take another bite of their cheese sandwich and carry on with their day…
Those people are devestated right now. Their whole lives forever changed.No more planning for Jett. No more ANYTHING with Jett…their boy. Just gone. It’s so sad.
pat: But. Wouldn’t you find any sense of comfort knowing you would be seeing him again?
me: NO. None. It’s not enough.
I haven’t been this upset about a tragedy involving a celebrity since the death of Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter.
I’ll definitely be squeezing MY babies a little tighter tonight!!