Today I began to watch the Micheal Jackson memorial on television, but unfortunately had a dentist appointment. I wasn’t able to see the entire service, but what I saw had me in tears.
His death was a shock to me, but I didn’t really feel that sad. I grew up knowing and loving his music and especially his videos, but as he began to change his appearance and was involved with controversy I lost interest in him. I forgot about his charitable work, his unbelievable talent and his sad childhood. He became an oddity.
This past week, I watched some interviews of people who knew him closely, an old movie about the Jackson Five, and of course his videos. I learned more about what his life was like as a child star and the emotional scars left on him by his father and his feeling that he didn’t have a childhood.
When the casket was rolled into the Staples Center, all of the feelings of loss came upon me. We lost a musician like no other, someone who gave from the heart to charities of all types, a father, son, brother, uncle. I realized that we all have terrible things in our own closets but we are not under a microscope. Later when I heard his daughter tearfully speak about how Michael Jackson was the best Daddy, that it was I remembered.
Connie, I, too, began to feel the sense of loss, especially as I played through old videos and couldn’t count how many songs were a part of my life over the last 20-30 years! Also, my hubby and I remembered the fashion changes he instituted as so many people sought to emulate his style.
I believe he was a tortured soul who ended up having demons and fears that he could never resolve. Whether the allegations were true, so much of his star was tarnished towards the end, it was a shame that he did not have that chance to sing once more for the audience he gave so much to in his life.
We cannot understand what his life was like. Never being able to go anywhere in peace. As I listened to his daughter and caught glimpses of his sons, I pray for their safety and emotional well-being in this sometimes cruel and harsh world.
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I didn’t see the entire memorial, just bits and pieces.
I feel so badly for his children – we’re missing an icon but they’re just missing Daddy. It’s so sad.
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I felt like you. I had lost interest with all the weirdness. I forgot that I practically grew up with this guy. When they play his old songs it’s like having my life flash before me. He was the music we danced to, sang with and cried to. What a loss, and when you do realize what a tragic life he lead you understand some of the weirdness. It made me very sad for him that he never got what he wanted the most… a childhood and a sense of normalcy.
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I must be an awful person. I was just so tired of hearing about it already. Especially since it was on the NEWS every single day while other things were going on. North Korea threatened to wipe us off the map, but the headlining story was more MJ stuff…. Cap and Trade happening under our noses and stuff to talk about there but more MJ stuff headlining again. Blah.
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