It may be ironic that much of my recent commentary has been dominated by pop culture, but I simply cannot let today go by without saying how I feel about the death of Michael Jackson.
Michael Jackson showed the world – and me when I was very young – how to believe beyond boundaries. No one in history achieved what he achieved … and I doubt anyone ever will for a very long time.
Modern media has an uncanny ability to make otherwise discerning people believe all kinds of bullshit, because it’s easy. Easy to write the BS and even easier to eat it up.
In the end, and what makes me ache, is knowing that the man died possibly alone and of a broken heart, literally and figuratively. The human heart can endure a lot and then it must rest.
Michael Jackson never had the chance to say goodbye or sing for us once more. May you rest now, Michael. And live in us as a light unto the possibilities within.
That’s all.
Photo courtesty of Reuters.com
About this Alpha WAHM Blogger: Karri is the Alpha WAHM who owns this joint. She also happened to write the book. 
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I loved Michael Jackson. I grew up following his music. I am 52. His music, the words are incredible. He is someone I wish that I could of just sat down and talked to. Knowing him would have been extrordinary. He was gentle and kind and truly amazing. I will miss you Michael. I will play your music and celebrate your life. Peace will be yours in your new life beyond.
In my reflections yesterday evening and unfortunately not until after I wrote this post, I remembered something. As a young girl absolutely mesmerized by Michael Jackson’s expressive dance moves, voice and lyrics, I took it upon myself to learn dance and choreography. Though otherwise quite introverted, I somehow put myself on stage at school shows and eventually even a local pageant (Miss Lloydminster. Yikes!) to express my own inner joy through dance. This is something I would have not otherwise ever done if it were not for Michael Jackson.
His life force was so contagious as to bring me completely out of myself and allow me to forget my worries–forget myself–for as long as a song played on my tape player. Sometimes inspiration is so deeply felt–so divine–that it cannot be physically contained.
Thank God I was so inspired. And I realize now that this inspiration wove itself into the fiber of who I am as a woman today.
*sigh*
Karri
I grew up with Michael Jackson too and the Osmond Brothers! I also loved Elvis & went through a similar shock when he died. I once saw the Jackson 5 live – at a reunion tour they did in Miami after they were grown & had been split up for awhile. It was the best concert I’ve ever seen as far “shows” are concerned. The effects were incredible – way before its time! My 10-year-old son just became enamored with MJ last year (his dancing) and has learned almost every move from Thriller. What I hurt for is the fact that he was a very sad, lonely child who grew into a very sad and lonely man. Though he inspired many, his life was really tragic from beginning to end.
@Kim You saw the Jackson 5???!!! I bought that album and danced my face off to it. What was it called now … no matter. I just remember a funky song on it called State of Shock. Wow, I like you even more now, Kim
I FEEL THE LOVE
At this concert they sang a ton of their old songs, like “Rockin Robin”, “ABC”, etc., but I’m pretty sure it was when “Off the Wall” was a hit. I don’t remember a whole lot, but I DO remember a huge pair of Pterodactyl legs descending from the sky seemingly from nowhere and tons and tons of fireworks.
@Kim I remember now: it was the Jackson Victory Tour
Oh my word, Karri, you definitely hit the nail on the head! Another great post! And, I agree that Michael did die of a broken heart. Rest In Peace, Michael!