For the last two years, every time I saw Michael Jackson’s face I would smile and briefly reflect on how classic and awesome his music was, how he brought my family together and gave me a slew of great childhood memories. After thinking “Dang, I miss him,” I’d ask myself “Why didn’t I relish this way in Michael while he was here? Why did I wait until he died to refresh my rusted memory of Jackson family history and dust off my Janet collection?” I suppose like many others, I took him for granted. He was always there to return to when I wanted to indulge in the magic. He’s still here, but in a different form. And it HURTS. I miss him terribly. I’ve thought about him and his family a lot since his death, and have prayed for his loved ones frequently. In realizing how some of us seemed to forget about Michael in his last years, I often wonder if he felt loved then and what he would think of all of his memorial celebrations. Like the old cliché says, give people their flowers while they’re here. I have now made it a point to randomly tell my loved ones how much I adore them. It usually makes for an awkward moment, but I don’t mind, because at least they know how I feel about them. Give people their flowers today. Let’s actively cherish our gifts, our lives and the people in them. Let’s not wait until birthdays, holidays or deaths to say “Hey, I love ya’ kid. Here are your flowers.” :)
Michael Joseph Jackson. Son. Brother. Uncle. Father. Activist.
World Changer. King of Pop.
My reaction from 2009: (http://jsays.weebly.com/2/post/2010/06/michael-jackson-1958-forever.html)