You know how you get to the point in which you only see some of your loved ones at funerals? Years have passed, and suddenly everyone is sharing stories and laughing and reminiscing and saying “oh, yeah! I forgot about that!”
When I heard this song on the radio yesterday, that’s how I felt.
No matter what he did in his life, just about everyone in the world in my generation, my brothers’ generation and my parents’ generation remembers a time when Michael Jackson wowed the world with his unsurpassed talents. People who wouldn’t get along otherwise – people from different countries, backgrounds, political ideologies could find common ground in his music and dancing. I can’t think of any artist who did that more than Michael Jackson.
More than likely, he did things that were absolutely despicable. That part of his life should not be forgotten and should not go unrecognized. But neither should his contributions to music and cross-cultural understanding. When his life came to an end, he was a lost person to whom no one could reach out. It’s a sad, disturbing and gripping tale all at once. Leaves a lot of people torn in the end, especially those of us who remember him from way back when.