I went to London this Thursday, the 23rd. On Friday, I was supposed to have seen him for the very first time with my own two eyes, live in concert. Alive.
Instead of experiencing the high point of my life, celebrating the man I call my greatest idol - I was mourning that evening along with fellow fabs at the O2 Arena. That's right, I went anyways. Because I wanted to. And maybe because I needed closure of some kind.
Did I get closure? I don't think so. It still feels painful inside, and it will probably continue that way for a while. But I got to see the love that surrounded him.
At the Arena, a HUGE board had been set up for fans to write messages to Michael. Along with a photo of him and the statement - Michael Jackson, 1958-2009. On that board people had written messages 'till there were no more space to write on. And still they kept ón writing. Messages on top of messages on top of messages. Messages of love. Messages of sorrow. Messages of thankfulness and gratitude and messages of remembrance. It brought tears to my eyes as the feelings from the last month overwelmed me. Feelings of extreme gratitude towards the man who taught me to love. And to live.
Someone had changed the statement on the board. Instead of saying 1958-2009, someone had covered up the last year, and written in its' place: Forever.
And that is so true.
For through me, Michael Joseph Jackson lives on.
Michael Jackson
1958-Forever
I love you
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