On November 18th, news came out that David went into the hospital; he desperately needed a liver transplant and his kidneys were failing. It didn't take long to see false news about him dying, with RIPs showing up in random places. However, David was still alive. And he lingered on for about four days- similar to Carrie Fisher- except she never woke up while David drifted in and out. But I held back from saying RIP because of the lesson learnt from a few short months ago when Tom Petty died. When RIPs were starting, but he wasn't dead, he still had a heart pulse. He did die later that day... And so with that in mind, I waited until the official word, which came on November 21st. Either way, expecting or not, it was and still is deeply sad. David had dementia that he announced earlier this year. However, I didn't think he would die that quickly. His own mother had it for a number of years as did Estelle Getty, so I thought he may have had a good decade or so, only living away from the public eye.
It was worth the grounding I got when I was in middle school and skipped just to watch reruns of The Partridge Family and watch David. Very easy on the eyes. Of course, I was 20 years too late from his fan-mania in the 1970s. It wasn't very long until I gained other interests and other men to drool over.
I Think I Love You has been playing non-stop in my mind since November 18th and still going! No matter what I do, listen to other songs, sing it out loud, whatever, it won't go away! Great song, it's better than a worst song.
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