What do you love most about Michael?:
What I love most about Michael is that despite never having been able to see him in person, I have always felt a special affinity with him, as we were born in the same year. My earliest memories of Michael are of hearing his records on the transistor radio and then much later of dancing to Off the Wall at the local disco!
I love Michael's voice, his dance moves, his beautiful eyes and happy smile. I absolutely adore the sound of his laughter....but most of all what I adore about Michael is the way he cared for others and for the future of our planet. He truly cared and he has been an inspiration in my life to always do my best and to care for and think about others, with love, L.O.V.E. as Michael would say!
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"We Had Him"
A poem by Maya Angelou
"Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world."
"Tiger, tiger. Strong and true.
In one's heart and in one's soul.
Burning with passion and desire.
For all time and forever......."
My Thoughts About Anything:
I truly hope and pray with all my heart that, together, we can heal the world, stop wars and help all those who cannot help themselves. I know it is a tall order, but if we all do something in our own small part of the planet, then good will surely overcome evil in the end? A smile, a kind word, a helping hand, recycling rubbish,......there are so many small things that everybody could and should be doing!
"The swallow flies so high and free, passing over clouds. Gently soaring, onward and upward. Where she goes we know not, but merely watch and dream."