Tears for the living.

I always find it hardest to see the sadness of the living in times such as these.  I don't feel sorry for the dead. They have finished what they came here to do and moved on to the next level.

I watched Michael's memorial and saw a grieving family and a select few who actually knew him as a person and not an object.  My heart broke for the little girl who lost her daddy. 

Except for that complete idiot from the Government and Sharpton, I thought it was a dignified tribute to a man that was a son, a brother, a friend and a daddy.  I was most moved by Brooke Shields, Jennifer Hudson (I don't know why, maybe it was the song?) and of course by watching that little girl who wanted so much to make everyone understand her love for her Daddy. 

I also enjoyed the stories that made Michael seem almost normal.  Unfortunately, we know he was not, don't we?  Yes, he was weird, the tabloids said so.  It must be true.  It was easy to believe as we watched him morph over the years from a good looking young man into a strange shell of a human being, obviously tortured by the life resulting from his fame. 

Just for a moment, imagine how awful it would be to have everyone pulling at you, gawking at you, yelling at you, and expecting greatness from you every second of every day for the rest of your life.  It would suck.  He lived it and had the money to buy all the things that made it bearable for him, bad things, weird things, things that ultimately killed him and people who stood by and watched.

A child molester????  I doubt the people who actually accused him were ever molested and we will never know if he really did.  Money will make people say terrible things and his accusers wanted a boatload of it.  To all of you who are just convinced he did it, how do you know?  Were you a victim?  How do you decide which sensationalized news stories are true and which are just silly crap?

Anyway, I felt like I should write something since this was the biggest news story of all time.  Ha.  We, as a family, celebrated Michael with our friends the Daly's.  We played our favorite songs and danced.  Joe's version of the crotch grab was just...words escape me.

Seager was more excited about the hat and glove.

I am glad that my boys can enjoy the wonderful music that Michael left without enduring the train wreck that was his life.  Seager, however, did see a clip of him at a news conference today and said he looked like a girl.  I asked him was it the hair? and he replied "No Mommy, he's wearing red lipstick."  Enough said.

As Michael begins his existence on the other side, I hope he finds freedom, something he never had on this side.  He is now free from his prison.  I really hope those kids get a shot at a real life but I fear society will dog them forever.  They will forever be a Jackson.  God help them.