Thanks for the memory. I want to celebrate, but hard as I try I can't do it. It will be a long time before my heart can stop grieving enough to do so.
This never should have happened. I don't feel like I just witnessed the passing of a phenomenal human being (which I have) but I feel like I lost my big brother.
Michael wanted so much to save the world. He truly tried to do it with his music. But no one was able to save him, though it was obvious he need help. There was so much goodness in him and so much pain.
He did not make it easy to help him. But, damnn, he was worth the effort. I miss him terribly. I feel so bad that he will not grow old with me. His death is not right, his passing does not stir up celebration in me.
The work of his hands is certainly deserving our celebration. But his life had more than one man's share of pain and loneliness and it is worthy of our tears and worthy of our reflection on what we have truly lost.
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There is a higher road that leads to higher heights.