A little melancholy

[feliciakw]

On the day he passed, I made a post about how I was a huge Michael Jackson fan when I was in high school (specifically, my freshman year). I wasn't as huge a fan when the Bad album came out, and after that album, I pretty much lost interest. But his music still speaks to me of that era of my life. It brings back memories.

I forgot that today was his memorial. Had I remembered, I might have Tivoed it. But with a reminder, I've been on-line and looking at some pictures and reading some articles, and my heart kinda hurts.

Because when you strip away all the glitz and the glamour and the scandal (which I don't have an opinion on) and the weirdness, he was a man, an incredible entertainer, but more to the point, a brother, an uncle, a father, and a friend. I feel for him, and for his children and his siblings. He could have had anything he wanted, but didn't have what he needed. Or if he did, he didn't realize it.

So often (though not always) the most brilliant artists are also the most tormented. And so it seems it was with Michael Jackson.

I just . . . don't quite know what to do with all of this.

And on the totally opposite end of the spectrum, I've watched the first half of this video entirely too much in the past couple of days.

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[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

That's okay. That's happened to us, too. Thanks, though, for the offer.

I found the clips I really wanted to see on YT: Paris and Brooke, as well as the closing by Jermaine and Marlon. I'll probably be looking at clips on YT off and on for the next few days.

It's so strange. I feel kind of like I did when my cousin died. It was sad and tragic, and yet part of me really couldn't quite wrap my brain around the fact that the person is actually gone. It kinda feels like life should get back to normal--including the missing person still being around--but that version of "normal" is gone. Obviously the impact of losing my cousin was greater on me, but . . .

It's just strange and sad to know this person is gone.