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Feb. 12, 2007 I have thought a lot about Anna Nicole Smith in the last few months, moreso, in the last few days. Anna and I are worlds apart as far as similarities go, yet her death hit me in a very profound way. Like many others, I knew her primarily through the news headlines of her marriage to the gentleman over 60 years her senior. That this gentleman turned out to also be a billionaire, and she was set to inherit everything upon his death, made her seem despicable and very far from my world. My feelings about Anna changed several years ago when her self-named reality show came out. For whatever reason I tuned in one night, and soon found myself watching the entire season. On many reality shows, the participants blame 'editing' for making them do and say things they claim they wouldn't ordinarily do or say. If that's the case with Anna's show, then they 'edited' her to be a very sweet and caring woman, who was lost, and desperately searching for a way to be found. She was no longer a model/stripper/ex-wife to a billionaire, she was a troubled young woman raising a young son and doing it with all the love she could give. It is her relationship with her son that struck me the most. She was always so tender and loving with him. It was so obvious she adored him. And by all accounts he was a great kid, he did his mama proud. His death last September was a shock to us all. I can't imagine how Anna got through one day, let alone the last 5 months. There are not enough drugs in the world that could dim the pain the loss of my child would cause. Anna was so much more fragile than I. She was estranged from her family, and what family she did have was a modge-podge of friends and assistants. She was loaded on liquer and drugs most of her life, and there was no one to intervene. Now she suffers this devastating loss, and there's no one to step forward and guide her through the turmoil. Anna was just like us. That's why we care. She was a little girl playing at being a grown up. She almost succeeded, and when she fell, she fell hard and no one was there to help her up. Anna got stuck in the fairy tale. Her death last Thursday wasn't a surprise to me. I knew back in September that this was coming, sooner rather than later. What I didn't know was that this bigger than life, buxom billionaire blonde, with all the world at her fingertips would have so much in common with me after all. Goodbye Anna. ------------ About the author: Diane Shepardson is a new contributor to Useless-Knowledge. Email: diane_shepardson@yahoo.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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