My mother introduced me to you when I was around five years old.
I think I immediately knew we would grow close.
You must have been one of my favorite people to see every time you came around.
You would sing to my mother. You would sing to me. You would dance for us and we would dance together.
I had a friend for life and I knew it. The craziest thing about it was
you probably never even knew it. And now you probably never will.
You left us not but a few days ago...as such the pain is still somewhat
fresh. I try not to dwell too much. But, it just can't be helped
sometimes.
When you were with us you shared yourself with us all. You gave us your best. Only your best. But, it wasn't good enough...
They had to turn you into something else.
They had to make you into this and that.
They could not just appreciate you for who you were.
It was like you had gotten so high they just had to bring you down.
When I heard you left us I was silent. i t was like it didn't even hit me yet.
Well, it hit me later that night. It hit me again the next day...twice.
Even again on the third day. Even as I write this to you I can't even
keep full composure. I can only hope this message gets to you at this
point.
There is no number that can measure how much you meant not just to myself...but to others...
countless others.
Sadly, I wish I could say this was the last goodbye. But, I feel it is
only the beginning of many to come. Until then I say goodbye to you now.
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When I spoke to my mother for the first time about Michael Jackson's
death it was via text message. I could not bare to talk to anyone on
the phone about it for too long for fear of breaking down. But, she
said it right. Losing Michael was like losing a brother. It felt just
like that.
Michael Jackson was a perfect example of how there always seems to be someone somewhere who has to find something
wrong or
negative about a situation, exploit it, and even blow it out of proportion. The stress from it all likely killed him more than anything.
There is no denying he was unorthodox. There is no denying he was a
little different. And there is also no denying what he really stood for
while he was still alive.
Peace. Love. Progression. It is people like him that keep many of the
rest of us from forgetting things that should not be forgotten.
I don't really know how to end this one and I'm not sure if there is
really an appropriate way anyway. So, I will just give thanks and leave
it at that.
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Thank you, Mother, for introducing me to Michael Jackson. I have still
yet to hear any artist be such a voice of reason and do it so well as
he did.
Thank you to every friend I have who genuinely believed in him as much as I did. The unity amongst us will never be forgotten.
Thank you to everyone who has and who continues to help myself[and
others] get through this loss. It wasn't just a loss for the Jackson
family. It was a loss for humanity.
Thank you Michael Jackson. You gave me entertainment, inspiration,
joy, and most of all you helped me understand what is truly relevant
better than most. You did what you were good at and did not hesitate to
give back to those in need. Thank you for fighting for your name and
showing people the real. Thank you for being alive when most most
people were just breathing. Thank you for being concerned. Thank you
for caring. Thank you for being you. You ARE a beautiful person
regardless of what some may think.
I made this
layout in you honor. I've wanted to make it for some time
now. Just not for this reason. I only wish I could have made something
that would do you more justice.
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My heart goes out to all of the fans out there who feel the same.
My heart goes out even more to Janet, Jermaine and the rest of the
Jackson family along with his close friends[Elizabeth Taylor, Chris
Tucker, Lisa Marie Presely and many others]. If I feel the way that I
do then I can only imagine how you all feel.
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And to answer you question...
YES. I will be there. You can count on it.
-CoryCow