Peaches Geldof

I can't explain it, because she was just a minor celebrity cog in the universe, but I liked Peaches Geldof. As many long time readers know, when Peaches would make an appearance on a red carpet or get her photo snapped by paps, I would generally post her photo. OK, I would post her photo every time. I found her fascinating. I don't know if it was because of her background or attitude, but she was a celebrity I never found annoying even when I heard she joined Scientology. She was always a little wacky, but was someone I always wanted to meet, but never did. There are very few people on my personal celebrity list that I would like to hang out with, but she was one who I would gladly have spent some time getting to know.

I remember when she got a job as a reporter. It lasted for one event because she kept asking questions of celebrities that you or I would want to know the answers to. As you know, that kind of questioning is unacceptable in the red carpet world of celebrity interviewing. She was only 25 when she died, but it seems like she was much older because she has been in the spotlight for such a long time. One minute she would be out drinking and have nude photos hit the internet from a hookup, and the next she would be getting a tattoo or signed as the face of a new company. There was no direction in her life. Lets not forget the strange first marriage she had or the warnings from Bob Geldof that she needed to straighten out her life.

With her second marriage and the birth of her two children, I felt like she had finally found her way. Yes, there was the occasional odd Instagram photo that would show up on her feed or the instance where she decided a phone call was more important than the baby in the stroller that had just crashed, but she seemed like she was getting her life in order. Gone were the two day whirlwind trips to LA and need for constant attention and publicity. Over the past year I have heard rumors and some of them I turned into blinds. For once though, I'm not going to do a blanket reveal of all the Peaches blinds. I feel for her husband and the two kids who are going to grow up in life without their mother, much like Peaches had to grow up without hers. Her mother taken from her by bad choices and an untimely death.

Police today reported there were no hard drugs found in the house and no suicide note and the coroner was investigating her death as natural causes. While the toxicology reports might end up showing something different, I hope not. Maybe it was her huge weight loss or the fight she had for much of her adult life with heroin addiction that ultimately killed her, but I'm going to remember her as someone who cared deeply about her family and friends. The person who thought friends were way more important than the car they drove or what they did for a living. The person who posted seven photos of her family and her late mother just twenty minutes before she was found dead. I will choose to remember all the good things I heard about her, rather than the bad. RIP Peaches. Give your mom a hug.