It's been something to not have posted anything in so long. I'd been so addicted that I couldn't help thinking about you guys everyday and popping in to get a little reading in here and there, even though I have made time to post anything of my own lately.
My last post was a tribute to Michael Jackson's death. I still can't believe that it has been real. Didn't know the man from Adam, but for some reason it still hurt to hear that such a great performer is gone.
I sat myself down on my couch this morning preparing to watch the memorial that I'd been waiting for for days. The finalization. The proof that he is really dead.
Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a boo-hooer and I don't cry over sad situations that don't involve me. Not movies, not celebrity lives.
So, I had my mom on the phone and we sat and watched as the casket was brought in, as Mariah sang, as Queen Latifah spoke. I laughed myself silly when Stevie Wonder came out and my mom couldn't help cracking jokes about his receding dread-line, saying that he needs to have a weave put up front.
So many times she and I repeated the same thing, "Uhm uhm uhmm, I just can't believe it." I told her she sounded like the old ladies in church. She said I was doing the same thing.
I shook my head in sorrow when Brooke Shields spoke of their childhood together and gave Michael a real face, made him into a real person as she spoke of how funny he was and how much he loved to laugh.
Then Usher sang....... and I felt tears fall. I thought I wouldn't because as I said, I don't cry. I ain't no PUNK! But there were those pesky tears and when Usher started to cry more seemed to fall.
I have been sorrowful for the world's loss and for his family's loss and for his kids' loss since the moment his death was confirmed on CNN and it was CNN that I watched as his daughter took the mic and cried for the loss of MJ, making tears really start flowing down my face.
Can you imagine being Michael Jackson? Can you imagine the kind of life he must have had completely missing out on childhood, always being criticized and scrutinized by the media, living in a glass house? He seemed so much like a kid still himself and he just wanted to world to leave him alone and love him for what he loved the most.
He was just a man, and a friend of mine wrote on Facebook today: Regardless of any of MJs indiscretions, he is still only a MAN, human & with error. Continue to celebrate his life and make this world a better place for you and the entire human race.
Well Spoken. He will truly be missed but his legacy will live within us forever.