I’m in my bed, alone with the room darkened safe for a few dimmed lights.
I’m waiting to fall asleep so that I, along with a gazillion people, can watch Michael’s last big show. Michael’s last concert was never meant to be “it”. His memorial service was.
I know some of the people who will be there. But I wonder who will be speaking at the service?
Will his children be there? Will they be wearing masks to protect their identity?
I know I will be deeply saddened. In fact, I expect myself to cry a little. But I’ll take comfort in the knowledge that this is the closure that all of us — hisb great admirers — are waiting for. I take comfort in the knowledge that although Michael Jackson was scorned and ridiculed in his life, in his death he is very much loved and appreciated.
Goodbye Michael, I’ll miss you!