Updated: May 29, 2021
Like most of us who partied hard during the 70s and 80s, I was saddened when I learned yesterday that Donna Summer had succumbed to a long battle with cancer. It took me by surprise, because I was unaware that the songstress was even ill, let alone dying. I immediately began to reflect on her career and her countless hits. She reigned during the disco days belting out such songs as “Last Dance” and “She Works Hard for the Money.” She was as beautiful and graceful as she was talented. No wonder she was a favorite among music fans.
Hearing about Donna Summer’s death brought back memories of Whitney and Michael. So much talent. God must be throwing a serious 2012 Summer Concert! I don’t blame him, why not get the best. After all, we belong to him and not to ourselves. It’s easy to forget that little fact. I have to remind myself on a daily basis that I didn’t create myself, that I have no control over my beating heart, nor am I responsible for my lungs functioning properly, or any of my internal organs. I am powerless over whether I live or die. Even if I step in front of a Mack truck, if it’s not my time to go, I’ll survive. I’ll be in bad shape, but I’ll still be here.
The death of a beloved icon as well as close friends and family members always reminds me of my own mortality. This life is temporary. We’re only here for a short while. It’s all the more reason I try to appreciate every day. I count my blessings and they’re numerous. So far I have my health, family, friends, and a loving husband. God has even allowed me to realize many of my dreams. My third novel “Married in the Nick of Nine” just launched and there’s a big celebration on Saturday June 9. I have so much to praise God for.
Yes, I’m sad Donna Summers is gone, along with so many others who have passed away. My mom was only thirty-six when she died and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. Death is such a mystery and each one of us will get our turn. I hold onto my belief that God will be with me in death, just as he has been with me in life, and that being in his presence will be joyous and eternal. One day I’ll see my mother again, and Donna, and Michael and Whitney, and all those who have crossed over. Boy, when that day comes, I hope the concert is still going on. I wanna a front row seat!