I’ll just say up front that I am still actively grieving his death. Got all teary eyed about him today while driving home. Like many of you out there, I grew up with this man and view him no differently than I would an eccentric cousin.
Do a search of his name and you will find that I was hard on him at times—-just as I would have been to a family member. But my being hard on him was my way of saying, “STOP ACTING CRAZY AND WAKE UP!” I was hoping against hope that Michael would return to himself.
He was a strikingly handsome child and teen and even into his early twenties. So sorry he did not see it and no one could convince him otherwise. Sorry he hated being black. Sorry for so much about this man.
I’m both upset and horribly disappointed that my wish—that he would return to himself—the normal person he was when he was young, was never granted.
Be that as it may, I won’t be covering the dramatic events pertaining to his death or the trial that will certainly take place. Too painful. Michael isn’t just somebody. He will always hold a special place in my heart.
If anyone comes to this thread bad mouthing, peeing on a dead man’s grave, you’ll be promptly banned. I just thought it would be fair to warn you. If you have nothing kind to say, hold your peace/piece or take it somewhere else.
The week following his shocking death, I basically shut down this blog and dedicated a week to covering positive aspects about him. I said all I have to say there.
Now as I continue dealing with my personal grief, I’ll post one of my absolutely favorite Michael songs. He was 10 at the time, a musical phenom if ever there was one. Especially gifted by God.
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