Then spake the lily maid of Astolat:I have no dog in this hunt: I don't care if her husband killed her son, or if he killed her. I don't have any particular fascination for Ms. Smith beyond what I've seen on the news and read in the paper.
"Sweet father, all too faint and sick am I
For anger: these are slanders: never yet
Was noble man but made ignoble talk."
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Idylls Of The King: Lancelot and Elaine
I do know that, for some reason, I mourn her this day.
Like so many before her, her life was a tragic one, and seemed to grow more tragic each passing year. I cringed when she had her television show (I didn't watch it, but I saw the excerpts the jackals of gossip shows and snarky commentary passed along). I marveled at her weight changes, and when finally, at long last late in 2006, she seemed to have found footing, I was glad for her.
God proved last year, using her as an example, that He will try our patience until the bitter end, and that He makes no distinctions between good and evil, between innocence and stained, all He cares about is proving a point.
That point? To be determined. Ms. Smith lived a life I would not want for all the fame and fortune in the world, which was both the reward and the price she paid for that life. That she lived her life, her pain and her rare glories out in the public eye for all, even the most unworthy of us to comment on says a lot about our culture and how ugly it truly is.
She was a beautiful woman, even when that beauty was scarred and scared.
Godspeed, Anna. Godspeed.
Anna Nicole Smith
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