Remember the Time

I know, lame title. And I know I'm super late, but I couldn't really find words to write a sufficient post until now. I knew today would be overwhelming, with all the MJ specials, and I haven't watched any of them. Not because I don't love MJ, but in a weird way I'm growing tired of the fact that he is just getting his tribute now. I don't like the fact that the world chastised, abused, and teased him in his later years, after he stopped making music, and perceived him more as a monster than a generous, loving artist.

The title of this post is named after my favorite MJ song. And it's amazing how I remember the time and place of the first time I cried seeing the "Thriller" video, when I saw An American Dream, and when TMZ and CNN confirmed and announced his death. He is the only "celebrity" that that will ever happen to, because I'm very positive it's not me.

Anyway, this post isn't necessarily about my favorite MJ song but more about the artist. There's definitely something special about Michael if I can recall the time, place, and what I was doing. Like DubJ, my household was raised to love Michael and to block out the negative media frenzy revolved around him. If there's one thing I couldn't understand about this world, is the way they could take so much from a person and never say thank you. Michael gave so much to this world with his music, talent, and life, and often times I felt like the world abused what he gave; tried turning him into a monster. And honestly, that's what hurt most to me about his death, that he left this Earth without receiving as much as he gave.

But you can't always get closure from this world. Sometimes you just have to move on.

Every night, for one month, MJ would be in my dreams, and every morning, the sun would remind me that he is no longer on this Earth. That's crazy for someone I had never met before. I woke up every morning, for one month, feeling as if something was missing. Broken-hearted, that's what they call it. That's how you know Michael is significant, he is the representation of living in truth and love through his craft.

If you enter this world knowing you are loved, and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.