Ok, when Michael Jackson died, I was shocked like everyone else.  He was too young.  His music was a huge part of my childhood and adolescence.  I felt sad even though the music will always be there.

But John Hughes?!  Holy shit.  His movies rocked my teenage world.  I can recite most of them line for line to this day.  I stop and watch each and every time one of them is on cable.  His passing, also too young, is even more sad to me than MJ’s.

Hubby worked downtown when Ferris Bueller’s Day Off was filming.  He watched the parade scene from his office.  I was 15 the year The Breakfast Club was released.  Don’t You Forget About Me was the theme song at my high school prom.  Sixteen Candles is one of my favorite movies of all time.  My kids have seen Uncle Buck so many times that they can recite it line for line.

I loved that his movies were so real.  Yes, they were hilarious, but also gritty.  Just like life.  He nailed the mind of an 80′s teenager.  He created the brat pack.  He made us love Judd Nelson and Anthony Michael Hall.  Two extremely unlikely heroes.

Obviously I never knew the man but he contributed so much to my young life. He will be missed.

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