Luke Perry is all over my social media feed. His smiling picture reminds me of all my friends that were 90210 obsessed.
And he is gone at an age not much older than me. It brings a dose of that mixed with nostalgia.
No wonder why we are all sharing it.
When something happens to a celebrity, we can be instantly transported back in time to a place in our own lives. Where were we? Who mattered to us? What gave us comfort when we faced challenges? What brought happiness? Many times songs, TV shows, or movies have that impact.
I didn’t fan girl after Luke Perry, yet I sit here needing to write because I am saddened by this. When he was at the height of his popularity, I was in high school and college. Even though I didn’t follow the show, I knew many of the storylines thanks to my friends. We were going through similar issues that were featured with the characters on the show.
Just without all of that money.
44 is fast approaching for me this year and lots of people I grew up with. (Sorry, gave you all away!) I am going to start saying mid-forties soon. And there is so much in that statement alone. Most of the time, I don’t feel old. I have young children that keep me busy and a career that does the same. But yet, it is there. Holy CRAP. It is right there.
Reports say that Luke Perry went into the hospital after suffering a massive stroke. When was the last time I checked warning signs about strokes? How much do I need to be worried about that?
I wonder about my health. Sadly, I think these deep thoughts as I am dipping French fries in queso or ordering pizza on Friday night. Should I have my heart checked? When was the last time I had my mammogram? When Flintstones vitamins say they are complete, that can work for adults too, right?
You get the idea.
Age is a funny thing. We see it coming every year but we are not guaranteed that birthday milestone will actually show up. Tonight I will think about a person gone too soon and know many others are doing the same. When people that didn’t seem old to us growing up pass away, we mourn a time long gone from our own lives.
A wake up call? Maybe. To what? I am not exactly sure.
I am going to hug my kids tight, slice up some veggies, and do some exercise.
And pick Wilma for girl power out of that vitamin jar.
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