R.I.P. Michael Jackson

I am still so in shock that Michael Jackson is dead, there is absolutely nothing I can say. I was so upset all day and I really wanted to be home with people to reminisce with. Luckily, Elsewhere understood and had a remembrance party for MJ last night. A bunch of us went and honoured the icon the best way we could, by enjoying the music that he sacrificed his childhood, his reality, and his life for.

It occurred to me yesterday, while I was thinking about the fact that the next generation of children will grow up in a world with no Michael Jackson, that they won't really. Think about all of the icons who died before I was born, Marilyn Monroe, John Lennon, Martin Luther King, Jr., JFK, Elvis. I wasn't a fly in the womb when they died but I know everything about them. How they looked, walked, talked. What they said. When they said it. I have never lived in a world without them, even though they were long gone before I arrived. That's what Michael is like. He'll always be a part of our culture, our history, the lifeblood of the human story. So even though he's dead, he'll never really be gone.

But I'm still going to miss him.

R.I.P. Michael. Maybe now you can finally have some peace.