Back in the 1970's when the sitcom Welcome Back, Kotter was on television, I couldn't help but falling for Vinnie Barbarino and his huge dimples and full on smile, schmoozing his high school teacher and classmates. By the time John Travolta was singing/embellishing facts, "Summer lovin, had me a blast. Summer lovin', it happened so fast" in Grease to his gang about Sandra Dee played by Olivia Newton-John, I was completely head over heals for him. Then there was Urban Cowboy, and later a movie where he played an angel, Michael. And so forth. Luckily, I never saw the Pulp Fiction movie, but I have always adored JT, not only for his roles on the big screen, but especially because he's been married to his wife, Kelly Preston, for several years and I admire that in anyone.
As I heard the news this weekend that John and Kelly's 16-year-old special needs son, Jett, had suddenly died and had a seizure, hit his head on the bathtub or toilet and couldn't be saved, I felt so sad for their loss. What an unbearable feeling that must be for them. I hope to NEVER have to go through anything like that. My heart goes out to the Travoltas and I want to express my condolences on my blog even though he doesn't know me and will never see this post. I am sorrowful for them for their loss. I'm sure Jett's little sister, Ella, is going to miss her big brother so much.
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