Hey Everybody. I know, it's been awhile since a sistah wrote a post, but like many my life has been hectic.
Then June 25, 2009 happened, and now I feel like my life will never be the same again.
I can't even bring myself to type the words, because they just don't feel real to me yet. Some part of my soul is hoping that all of this will turn out to be some kind of sick, sad joke, but alas... I know the truth, and it hurts.
Michael Jackson died, and my world feels like it's been tilted on its side, never to be righted again.
Like so many, I am a child of the 80's and his music was the soundtrack to my life. Where were you when he moonwalked his way into the American consciousness?
It's not that I knew him personally, but man did I feel like he was there to help me through some really painful moments in my life. I believed him with everything I had when he told me You Are Not Alone, stopped and took a long, hard look at the Woman In the Mirror.
A tremendous void has been left in American pop culture that can never be filled, and I cried yesterday and today for the knowledge that, but for cd's, movies and videos, my child/ren will never know what a truly gifted artist Michael Joseph Jackson was, and that is the greatest tragedy of all. Our children may never have the chance to experience that kind of joy, of pure entertainment because the heart and soul has gone out of popular music...
So call him what you will: MJ, Whacko Jacko, Monster, Pervert... the one title that you will never be able to take from him is THE GREATEST.
It is my fervent prayer that the peace and joy that eluded Michael for his entire 50 turns around the sun is his tonight. Sing with the rest of the angels in His choir.
"The world was one thing, but all people are not of it. Some are better than it, apart from it, more splendid, untouchable and pure."
Anne Rice, The Feast of All Saints
Truer words will never be spoken. Thank you Michael for providing the soundtrack to my life.