I have been slacking off, putting off talking about my recent trip to the Dominican Republic. Not that lots of exciting things happened but I did not take my laptop with me and the free Internet was not as available as I would have hoped so. I will definitely avoid leaving without a computer next time not only because it’s nice to be able to write right away about things rather than have to wait so long to do so. Also, I am still reading blog posts and e-mails that just piled up in great numbers while I was away. I still have quite a lot to go through so hopefully I will get to them soon before I decide to go ahead and delete them all without reading them.
Heartbreaking
I was not a big Michael Jackson fan. I did listen to his music and was amazed when the “Thriller” video came out but I could not be counted as a die-hard fan.
When he started to fall from his dizzying heights, he would irritate me to no end. It was a time also where Prince was putting out his best material and I felt more attracted to what he was producing although Prince was never shy with his various eccentricities.
As Michael grew older, he had kids. How the children were conceived, who are the real biological parents, I don’t know and don’t really care but because he tried to protect his children to the maximum of his possibilities, I tended to see them as mute and covered puppets. Impossible also to forget the “South Park” episode with “Blanket”. Maybe not the best examples and moments but yes, I laughed and laughed again watching the duo of Parker & Stone have their moment with Michael.
I was shocked when I heard the news and even though I was not in the country, the media frenzy started that Thursday afternoon and I was able to follow the doubts about about his state then the confirmation of his death and all that followed. Of course the news talked about the children and I could relate to what they might have felt, to what they might have gone through that night and the days that followed.
I was able to stay away from all the madness, reading here and there a few tidbits but not falling for anymore of the coverage on TV. Even today, I barely read anything on my phone or PC and absolutely did not watch any of the memorial. Until I got home…
Reading some of what happened today, I was a little surprised to see that Paris, Michael’s daughter said something. I avoided all the clips from all the news sites until I gave in at the last site I visited.
I should have not done that.
She was brave enough to face everybody and tell them how great of a father he was and how much she loved him. And it was hard to watch this little girl talking about her dad that she will not see again, that she will not play with anymore and who will not be there to see her grow as well as her brothers. And that’s where it hit me. No matter how strange and bizarre Michael Jackson was, no matter how famous and how many famous people he knew, he was still a dad. A dad that was the best he could be to his children and was gone too soon. Yes, he is leaving a void in the musical world, leaving a void amongst his fans, friends and family but it will never feel as bad as it feels and will feel to his children.
I wish and hope they will find some solace and love to grow up and have a somewhat normal life but we all know that will never happen.
Good luck, kids.
Till then…
