Cleansing Everything in its Path
Tonight the roommate and I were flipping through the channels and we came across the Farrah Fawcett special on NBC, Farrah’s Story.
My heart sank hearing her speak of the rain…
“I’m lying in bed, trying to sleep with an IV in my hand;
but its not drugs that full my body today, but despair.Outside my window it’s pouring rain.
That big-drop rain that has always evoked all my senses since childhood.
How I love the thunderous roar that proceeds it, and that sweet scent it leaves behind.Somehow I take comfort in the fact that this purest of water is cleansing everything in its path.
So much like the chemicals that flow down the tube and into my veins.”
And this was the part that just got right to the depths of my heart… even Farrah choked up…
“I was just thinking, how much I would miss the rain.
Sometimes I wonder whether I would be able to experience it from Heaven.
Maybe God lets you dip you wings down into the rain, if only for an instant… that would be nice.”
Towards the end of the show, they filmed her son being allowed to leave jail for 3 hours to visit her… I nearly lost it watching him crawl into bed and lay there next to his mother. I think that is one of my biggest fears… not knowing how I’d handle my mother growing ill, let alone her passing. One of the few things I honestly miss about home… mom is there. Farrah Fawcett reminds me of my mom… she had the Farrah hair for sure… at least I think so. <3 U Mom!
