I got the news while grocery shopping. DH called me. That's life; trivial meets momentous. Driving home, as helicopters hovered overhead, I suddenly realized he had taken his last breath just a few blocks away from me. That's life in LA; Star buses on sightseeing every day of the year. Guess the tourists got their monies worth this time.
I never met Michael Jackson. Like millions of others, I came of age listening and dancing to his music. Far away in a cold country where daytime darkness transformed the large window into a mirror, I lost myself to the beat, feeling every move as if my cells could duplicate his intentions. I never idolized him, just reveled in his enormous talent.
Regardless of what comes out about his life, this is the bottom line for me:
His music, his dance, came from the heart.
RIP Michael, I'm forever grateful.