We sang along.
We danced for hours, years.
We tried to frighten one another.
We moon walked, badly.
We made love.
We pumped our fists.
We nodded our heads.
We listened, loudly.
We grew up.
We played with friends.
We started our own families.
…All while listening to the music of Michael Jackson. He was the brightest star of my youth, and his light faded out today. A flawed hero, yes. But that’s what made him human. He was also a dad. We were hard on MJ and we were good to him, our own flaws becoming apparent as we ponder his death, and watch random clips of his life.
The music lives on, and we all know the music speaks for itself. I raise my glass to a remarkable life.
And all I can to this post is Amen and Amen!
Yeah, I’ll toast to that!
I hear ya.
He was my icon! The sad thing is that there aren’t too many icons left…Madonna…..Prince……who else? Our children unfortunately do not have an icon for their generation. Who will our children cry over when they pass? Lil’ Wayne?
The music will indeed live on.
However. The dark side of his life is a cautionary tale for those who might seek to much from their children. He was denied a childhood and that is abuse.
Once again, the music will live on, but their is much to be learned by parents that seek to much from their children. Gifted or not.
I just happened onto your blog – not exactly sure from where – it’s lovely – i had to comment on this post on Michael – so true – your words – in the end it’s the music that’s the legacy
my son just finished kindergarten too. such a sweet lovely time.
hope your summer is lovely.