~picks up the pen and begins to write~
After nearly 2 weeks of nearly non-stop programs and snippets of Michael Jackson, I was one that was getting tired of it all... But I believe the reason for that was, in the back of my mind I knew he was truly gone, but the rest was still waiting for me to wake up from this horrid dream... That all ended yesterday when I got to witness one of the most spectacular memorial services that has been done... It was said that it ranks up there with JFK's funeral, and Princess Diana's service... And I am one to agree, as he was a man who never got to be a little boy, much less know what childhood was like... Beyond all his eccentricities, he did a lot of good for everyone in the world, he brought them together with his music... Neverland wasn't just his home, it was a place for those who either had an illness that took away their innocence of childhood, or a child star who spent more of his time in front of a camera, or being tutored by a teacher, to experience what it was like to have a normal life, with friends, and to experience what school was all about... They got all their education from adults, their friends were adults, and their education was the stage...
We may feel like those people who live in the limelight are the lucky ones, but it's not true, we are the ones who are lucky... Michael allowed them a place and time to experience such... He was a child in every sense of the word, he was thrust into the limelight, expected to perform even when he didn't want to, but he did so, and we were delighted to experience his voice and words...
I got a better understanding of his life, through the words of those who were closest to him while growing up, hearing the stories of his life, and to hear the words of those who were lucky enough to be considered his close friends...
The music world lost a voice, the candle has been extinguished... Though there will be no more music or words to be written by him, we have the one's he left behind, recorded over the years in studios or on paper that never got to be recorded... His legacy will live on in our hearts and minds for the next generation, and it is up to us, to keep that alive... As my life is music, always has been and always will be, though I don't play the music as I should anymore, I for one will keep his memory alive, his words and music flowing until the day I died...
His death was real, it wasn't some made up dream that I came up with in my mind, I really wish I had been able to meet him and tell him thank you at least once, and to show him that he did make a difference in my life... But now, I speak those words as I look up into the sky and hope that he hears them, along with many others who are saying the same... But take to heart that he is with those who he lost, and I am pretty sure that God has a Neverland set up, waiting for him to take it over, and he's already writing more music to make the heavens sing with his words...
Rest in Peace, Michael... our world will never forget you