I am not big on the whole celebrity mystique. I once had some famous rapper walk down my street with his entourage, dressed in all white and I hadn’t a clue who he was. It wasn’t until the next day when a friend of mine told me this rapper was making a video at the Catch One (a gay club right around the corner of my house) that I knew who he was. And the only reason I am not telling you his name now is because I have forgotten who it was. But John Travolta, I have always loved him. From the time he was on Welcome Back Kotter to Grease and beyond, I have always been a fan. So it breaks my heart to know he is suffering such a loss right now. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain him and Kelly are facing right now.
According to Yahoo news Jett Travolta (John’s sixteen year old son) was in Nassau, Bahamas were he was vacationing with his family. Jett was known to “have a history of seizures” and went into the bathroom, probably seized and hit his head on the bathtub and by the time the caretaker found him and got help for him it was too late. He was taken to Rand Memorial Hospital but was pronounced dead on arrival.
As a parent myself, I would be completely devastated if I lost my beloved Adonai. I have great admiration for John. He has been married to Kelly for over twenty years, they have built a life together and he is not forever in the tabloids for getting drunk, cheating on his wife or other such immoral behavior. He is a stand-up guy. He is the kind of guy you can respect and admire. I hope the press will leave him alone during this trial and let him and his family mourn for their son and their brother. May God comfort them in this their time of need.