Hi, Greencom.
Sergey and Greencom, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not defending the idolization of celebrities, much of which is driven by the media. My sister, who worked as a journalist for many years, recently said to me that the media is mindless about reporting and almost glorifying the immoral lifestyles of entertainers while they ignore the heroism of common people who do good for their communities.
Greencom, in 1973 my mother also died of cancer. That was one of the worst years of my life. In January of that year, since I knew that she was going to die, sometimes reality seemed to be less real than it was. Seeing her in the hospital two days before she died was unbearable. I also learned how brutally thoughtless some people can be when a loved one dies. A friend of mine, the one whose father once repeatedly screamed "YOU SISSY!" at him while trying to hit him in the face with a football for not performing up to par in a football
practice, actually told me that my dad would soon be able to run around with other women. When my mother died, he actually said that she had not been good to me, which was a complete lie. The fact that I was grief-stricken seemed to have escaped his notice. Perhaps he was reacting self-defensively about the time when he once spent the night over at our home and wet the bed and thought he could escape notice by hiding the soiled bedsheets behind a curtain.
Good grief! That was way off-topic, but I won't apologize. Just thought I'd be a bit odd.

(But what I said is true. And by the way, I've forgiven him.)