Anna Nicole Smith gave birth to a baby girl last Wednesday. Yesterday morning, her 20-year-old son, Daniel, died.
Ugh. I didn’t even realize she had a son.
UPDATE: Anderson believes I am being unsympathetic here. I don’t mean to be. The “Ugh” is simply an expression of the horror of the situation.
The rest is just a confession that, while I’m been aware of Anna Nicole Smith’s celebrity since she appeared on the scene in the early 1990s, I had no clue that she had a son. That her much older husband died and she’s been fighting to get what he left her (and I think is rightfully hers) since, yes. That she’s been on reality shows and the object of public ridicule, yes. But I know next to nothing about Anna Nichole Smith, the person.
My Gone Hollywood chief writer, Allie, at the link, writes, “Our hearts go out to Anna Nicole, during this most difficult time. A life cut short is always difficult, but even moreso when it’s your own child.” Quite right. It’s a tragic situation and the juxtaposition of the death of a grown son and the birth of a new baby in the span of three days is simply surreal.
“Ugh” sums it up pretty well, I think.
