I Miss Michael Jackson

I came home from work today and my television set was tuned to palladia. This Is It was playing and I easily got hooked. I looked at it differently this time. I was evaluating Michael's exhaustion level. Was I projecting? Likely so. He looked tired, I thought. He l looked old too.

I grew up along side Michael Jackson. We were almost the same age. I can remember listening to his 45s on the phonograph in my bedroom. I remember having to put the middle piece on the apparatus to get the record to play. When I think of those days, I feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time. I can remember dreaming about him. In my mind, we were friends. 

Now he is gone. It's been four years, and I still miss him. I miss his music. I miss his antics. And I know I'm not alone.

Rest in peace, King of Pop.