Michael Jackson

You know when people say “I swear I wouldn’t do this,” when they  cry at a funeral?  Well, I didn’t say that today; I said I didn’t KNOW I would do this.  There were more than a few times I was teary during the broadcast of the Michael Jackson’s funeral.  I thought it was well done, classy and artistic.  There didn’t seem to be anyone there who was simply trying to enterprise on Jackson’s death to further their careers.  I normally don’t get emotional at funerals, but this one seemed different somehow.  Whenever they played music sung by Michael, I felt the loss of a great superstar.  Whenever they sung music by him, I felt the loss of a great musical force.  And whenever they spoke of him, I felt the loss of a great human being.

Now, I am no saint.  I had my doubts about his dealings in his personal life.  I tried my best to keep them at bay during the many trials he went through, remembering that this was hard for him and those that accused him.  I still don’t know whether I believe him or them, but today it doesn’t matter.

It didn’t happen to me.  I can’t judge the situation.  I mustn’t be involved.

As for his humanitarianism.  It is undeniable.  It didn’t need to do the things he did and give the money he did for any other reason than he felt he had to.  It had nothing to do with public relations, or managing his image.  He didn’t publicize the charity events he put on, or the many outings he made or the benefit of others.  At least I am not aware of an egotistical drive to meddle in the lives of others.  I don’t beleive he felt that way.  I believe he had a simple, straight-forward goal of leaving this world better than how he found it.

Thank you.