There was a television special on Saturday night, as I’m sure there will be more to come, about the life and music of Michael Jackson. I put it on out of respect, more than anything, to the talent I don’t think anyone could doubt he had. We sat the kids down to watch, but Keira wasn’t interested, not in the slightest, and soon walked off.
Riley, however, sat transfixed. More for the dancing than the music, I think. Only by the 1990′s era did I truly feel some sort of hardened memories of the man. I remembered I bought ‘Dangerous’ from a second-hand CD shop and later pawned it back in one of the few times I’ve needed quick money. Suddenly, I felt quite disappointed. Just in case I was wrong I went to our neglected CD cabinet (who honestly uses them anymore?) and there on the fourth bottom shelf, there was ‘Dangerous’! I must’ve hocked some others.
So all Sunday I had ‘Dangerous’ playing on a loop, as I chuckled to myself that I was able to recall all of the words to “Give Into Me”, his version of a chest-thumping power ballad, with Lots Of Guitar.
And ever since my Feed Reader has been chock full of testimonials and essays to the man. Words, words words spilled. Words able to be said, words that’ve come so fluidly, so eloquently, as people express their grief.
I have not yet done the same for my father.
This hurts.
And I’m so sorry.
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Beautiful story and photo. Sorry for your loss. Your dad looks so proud of you in that photo:) Best wishes, Annabel Candy
All in good time K, I’m sure it is all there in your head and your heart… Just remember, Michael Jackson wasn’t their father, but he was your one and only dad!
(((hugs)))
Hugs Karen.
I cannot cry or express myself adequately when it comes to my father’s death. Different reasons to yours but I understand the hurt because the words and the tears just don’t come and yet I cried buckets when a friend’s father died.
Of course there are many many words for MJ, someone that none of us knew as intimately as a daughter knows her Dad.
Be gentle with yourself.
Some times the painful stuff needs to be done immediately or not at all.
While the pain is new and raw or just kept inside.
I owe the bloggisphere a post about my ‘incident’, but I just can’t put it into words. Still.
Don’t beat yourself up about it.
Aw thanks guys, as ever xx
I’ve been touched by many of your posts, especially this one. Everyone knows who is more important in your life, regardless of how and where you express it. ((hugs))