How can I not put something in my journal about Michael Jackson? I'm still in shock and disbelief about his untimely death and I'm having a hard time with it. It was just the same when other great people died in my lifetime...
When Bruce Lee died, all I remember was the look of sadness on my father's face, I think I was about 6 or 7 at the time and I knew of Bruce as the man, but more so of his movies. A few years later, Elvis died and shook the world. I gradually learned to accept that all good things end at some stage and nobody can really control it.
It got a little easier to hear of good people passing away as I grew up, including family members, although it never felt any better. I simply felt sad for a shorter period of time or I sucked it up and knew that it must be this way in the end, even my own existence. When Lady Diana died, I went into another slump of sadness and disbelief. I went back into a major slump when Peter Brock (legendary race driver of Australia, for those who don't know) and Steve Irwin (I'm sure everyone knew him) both died in the same week. For several days I was shocked and often in tears when I thought about them.
Now it came to one of the most beautiful people on the planet, and quite suddenly... Michael Jackson. I was a huge fan in my youth and still quite fond of his music in my middle ages. I think his passing was the biggest blow to me ever, but I clung to my logic of mortality and knew that he could not live forever. I guess nobody expected it to happen so fast and only a short time before his "final curtain call" tour.
I once saw an interview with Michael and they sat on a platform up in a tree in a quiet part of Neverland. Several times over the next few years, I've had dreams of sitting there with Michael sipping coffee, eating chocolate and talking about simple things like what we had for dinner last night, what his favorite movie was, told jokes and watched the stars and planets. I suppose I thought about him so often and liked him as a person so much that my subconscious mind would have me believe that we were pals in another lifetime. I wasn't interested in talking about his fame, work or wealth. I felt in my heart that he didn't need just another info freak and could find some comfort in simple conversation.
As the years went by, I held onto that dream like it was a possibility, but now I hold it close to my heart as the precious time I spent with him, even if it was just a dream. For those wondering, yes, I'm gay and no, I wasn't in love with Michael. I just would have liked to be his friend.
Your music now lives on through us, Michael. You will be greatly missed in life, and now we make you immortal. Rest in peace, Moonwalker.