I just heard a news bulletin that Anna Nicole Smith has died. For some reason, I am feeling so sad, which surprises me because, when she was shown on just about every channel during news hour a few months ago, she was always crying, I felt badly about her son dying and knew that she was grieving, but for some reason her tears, close-ups and pitiful whining (Can I say that now that she is gone?) just struck a nerve. Oddly, when I heard the news that she had died, I started to cry, it was in that instant that I realized maybe I thought she should have been stronger. After listening to information about her background and watching bits from her marrying the old man trial, I realize that she was as strong as she could be. How sad is that? I don't think she loved herself.
I remember her for the Guess Jean commercials and probably have a cliping in one of her in my Marilyn Monroe books. I hope that she did have some happiness in her life. Whenever I saw Smith, I was always reminded of a book I read a long time ago, "I'm Dancing As Fast As I Can".
Still not sure why this is bothering me so much.
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