Rest in Peace Jett Travolta...

Oh my goodness, I almost cannot believe what I've just read.

Jett Travolta, the son of John Travolta & Kelly Preston, died this morning in the Bahamas.

Apparently, Jett had a history of seizures and the one he suffered this morning took his life.

Oh my God. I am just in tears. John Travolta has always, always been one of my most favorite actors, and I really like his wife, Kelly too. I had the biggest crush on John growing up, after I saw him 'Grease,' and have followed his career ever since! As an adult, I've come to really respect his work & his intelligence. You know that question, "If you could invite any three people, living or dead, to dinner who would it be?" Well, John Travolta has always been on my guest list.

I remember back in 1997 when Princess Diana died and I was absolutely crushed. And then, in 2003, when John Ritter & Johnny Cash died, I was crushed again. Admittedly, most celebrity deaths don't effect me too much. But some do. I know I'll cry for days when Wynonna Judd dies, which we all do die, eventually. But, darn, 16 is just so young. At least John himself didn't die, so that's good, but still, the death of his son is definately something I'll always remember. It's shocked me back into reality, love and appreciation for the positive.

John & Kelly have often received a lot of flack for being Scientologists. People might view that as creepy or wrong, and while I may not always agree with their religious choices, this isn't easy for anyone. To me, The Travolta's, always seemed to be genuine, real and caring people, who absolutely loved being parents. And regardless of one's religion, or spiritual beliefs, I must say...NO ONE deserves this, no one at all. God really does work in mysterious ways, but I'm going to continue loving & trusting Him anyway....

This is just absolutely horrifying. Not just for John & Kelly, but for their 8 year old, daughter, Ella, who has lost her brother at such a young age.

Jett was only 16 years old, still a baby, and in my opinion, way too young to die. Wow. I just can't believe this. I know that God knows the plan and has His reasons, but sometimes, our human minds just aren't capable of processing those "reasons," or making any sense out of them at all. I still love and believe in God, and trust in His ways, but this is just...there are now words. I am so moved by this, and heartbroken for them.

What an awful way to start the new year; of course, there's no "right," or "good" time to lose a child. I can't even imagine, I'm sure the word "pain," does not even begin to cover it. I just, I am so saddened by this.

I mean, to lose your child so suddenly, and at such an incredibly young age. I bet John, nor Kelly, will ever be the same again--as a matter of fact, they won't be, no one could after that kind of tragedy. I just hope they don't end up divorcing as a lot of couples do end up doing after the death of a child. I don't think death is ever easy, death of loved ones is always difficult, but the death of a child would be the absolute, bottom-of-the-barrel worst. My condolences, thoughts and infinite prayers are with John, Kelly, Ella and their entire family during this most difficult time. (And that's putting it lightly, I'm sure). Rest in Peace, Jett, wherever you are now, I hope it's better than this crazy, unjust and unfair world.

It's odd, I was being a bit negative this morning. My upper back was hurting a lot and when I was having breakfast with my mom and some of her friends, my food wouldn't go down. (Sometimes that happens, it takes one bite of food 7 minutes to hit my belly because of my esophogus--so I can never really eat fast). I was running errands after breakfast and thinking about the pile of dishes in my kitchen, the mound of papers that need to be shredded, the wedding plans I've got to start calling around on, and so on and so forth. And I was feeling stressed and not all that great. And then, BOOM....I read of someone's child dying (I know people's children die every single day) and it just SLAPPED me right back into reality and back into what is really important in life. And it's not the pile of dishes in my kitchen. Life is hard and complicated and miraculous. And all too short for way too many. I am going to take this tragic news of the younger Mr. Travolta's death, and I'm going to use it as a big fat reminder in my life; to ALWAYS tell people I love them--even if I say it too many times or am annoying about it, it's better than not saying it at all; to ALWAYS be honest with others and myself; to NOT hold a grudge (because when this day comes--death--not much really matters); to hug & kiss my loves ones; and to stop wasting time. I will do my chores with a smile now because I've got a kitchen to eat in and dishes to eat off of. I've got lots of paper to shred because people send me things in the mail--and hey, so I have bills, but that means I have things like power, running water, a phone, and a home. Bills aren't bad, they represent what we all work so hard for. And even if we don't work at a job, we still work in our own unique ways. This is perhaps the worst way any parent could start a new year, with the death of a child; however, for me, it was the perfect, infinite divine reminder of a way to start mine (New Year). I'm going to go happily do my chores, do my share and try and have a little fun today. Because obviously, life is too short not too.

As I was saying, the news of little Jett's death, is going to propel me to be nicer, kinder, gentler, and more productive with myself, my time, and my relationships. God Bless them all during this time, and God Bless us all, always. Thank you Lord, for keeping me here with my loved ones, and more importantly, keeping them here with me. Please watch over us, keep us safe and keep us together for a long, long, long, long, long, long time.

In Light, Love & Much Sympathy,
-Sarah Liz