To some, you were an entertainer. To others, you were an Icon. To me, you were my childhood in it's entirety. I remember waking up to the poster of you wearing the white with the canary yellow cardigan sweater, greeting you a hello, and kissing you before I left for school. Thinking about you and wondering what your day has turned out to be. When the last school bell rung, I darted home, excited to sit on my bed, while playing OFF THE WALL, and talking to your poster. Giving you a full play by play of my day at school. Hey, I was in the 1st grade, who could blame me?! LOL!
This went on throughout my childhood, pre-teen, teenager years. Though I don't talk to your pictures, I just walk around talking aloud in hopes that you'd hear me in some way. It gave me some type of relief and theraphy to do this. Now, since your untimely demise, I've shedded so many tears. My heart has this permanent ache in it the way it did when my mother was killed over 20 years ago. I thought I'd never have to relive such pain, until June 25th 2009. I never even imagined that day would come. I hoped it wouldn't to be perfectly honest. I just didn't want to know how I'd feel. But you can't run from life right? So I'm dealing the best way I know how. And that is talking aloud to you once again. I know you hear me and that makes it a bit easier, I guess.
Please know Michael, that you were and always will be The Man In My Life....
I love you MORE
Ja`Vonnie Denise Parks