Flashback...Sunday?

I used to have this poster in my bed room.

And who could forget the jacket. OHHH the jacket.

Okay so gimme a break, I was sick on Friday AND had company in town so Flashback SUNDAY it will be. And I'd save this one for the following Friday but I feel it needs to be posted soon to document the changing of events. SO here goes...

I wasn't going to do this. I told myself, don't write a blog about that, EVERYONE and their DOG will write about that...be different. But then, I was reading on Erica's blog. And of course she did a blog about this BUT she also said that the reason she did it was because she used her blog as a journal.

As do I.

And she would print her blog out and keep it for her spawn to read.

As do I.

And she even mentioned how BIG of a role MJ played in her life.

As did mine.

SO it's only fitting I express my gratitude for what he brought to this world. And so it is, I WILL blog about the death of the marvelous Michael Jackson.

I will.

I was in love with Michael Jackson from the moment I first heard him Who wasn't? I was around 5 years old when Thriller was released and it changed me. I couldn't get over his green scary eyes at the end of that video. Then came Billie Jean, Beat It, and Wanna Be Startin Somethin. He was on fire. He was my idol. I wanted to be like him so badly. I loved that he was shy in person but on stage he could rock the world...I felt like I was like that too. I had the amazing opportunity to go see him LIVE in concert with my Aunt Nana, my Mom and my Sister Amy (Lindsay, did you go too? I think u were too young?) I'd give anything to have that t-shirt I got from the concert...where are you t-shirt?

His red leather jacket became my best friend. I wore it everywhere. He had two styles of it, but I preferred the original one from Thriller with the black stripes down the front. I think I was probably close to 6 in this picture.

I had planned for my 6th birthday to be a Michael Jackson party and I wanted nothing more for my gift but to HAVE Michael Jackson AT my party. I dreamt about it. Prayed about it. I even sent him an actual invitation. I just KNEW he would be there, he HAD to be there. Didn't he know how much this meant to me? Finally the day came and with every ring of the doorbell my stomach would drop to the floor. Still no Michael. By the end of the party I was so sad. Why didn't he come? I even held out hope until the night time thinkin he couldn't catch an earlier flight but no...no Michael. I can honestly say that was one of my saddest birthdays ever. I remember it so clearly to this day. I can only imagine my Mutha's anguish not being able to make it better in any way.

I was sad when I heard the news about his death on June 25, 2009. He was only 50 years old.

BUT.

Not as sad as I thought I would be.

I wrote this on someone else's blog, but the Michael Jackson that I adored, fell in love with, and share with my kids today through his amazing songs so they too can know of his greatness, died a looong time ago to me. So much of Michael changed over the years. So much speculation, surgery and stories made him become someone different. So even though my heart does mourn, it's been mourning for long enough to ease the blow. I'll continue to wear my Michael Jackson shirt proudly as I always have regardless of what people say. Well...once my belly goes down and I don't look like Winnie the Pooh in it. Then I will.

RIP Michael.

The world loves you.