I am bewildered by the fact that I still experience the loss of Michael like it was yesterday I heard the terrible news. I still can't even listen to the old records. But it is a great consolation that there is a virtual monument to his life where I can say a little prayer and leave some of my sadness behind.
Many thanks to Kelland and also to whoever it was that arranged the moment of silence (on the day of Michael's funeral I believe it was) for the benifit of Michael's fans - as far as I know, no one has ever gone to such lengths to console people who they not only do not know, but who did not even know the deceased personally. The constant updates of the first memorial site also helped me (and many others, I am sure) to get over the initial shock by allowing me to partake in Michael's funeral, in a sense.
Michael's music touched me in a very personal way, though. Ridiculous as it seems to still be able to cry over a stranger three years after his death, here I am. But perhaps the fact is simply that Michael was so good at expressing many of my emotions that the loss of him was also a loss of myself. I mean I can't claim to have known him the least, I never even made it to a concert or put his picture on the wall. But I interpreted his lyrics and his voice in a manner that gave me both solace and joy. From “Don't Change” to “Disappear”, he always had a way of saying what I couldn't. And it was always as if he was telling me that “life can be terrible, but it is enurable”. Who will speak for me now? Three years later the void has not been filled.
Many thanks to Kelland and also to whoever it was that arranged the moment of silence (on the day of Michael's funeral I believe it was) for the benifit of Michael's fans - as far as I know, no one has ever gone to such lengths to console people who they not only do not know, but who did not even know the deceased personally. The constant updates of the first memorial site also helped me (and many others, I am sure) to get over the initial shock by allowing me to partake in Michael's funeral, in a sense.
Michael's music touched me in a very personal way, though. Ridiculous as it seems to still be able to cry over a stranger three years after his death, here I am. But perhaps the fact is simply that Michael was so good at expressing many of my emotions that the loss of him was also a loss of myself. I mean I can't claim to have known him the least, I never even made it to a concert or put his picture on the wall. But I interpreted his lyrics and his voice in a manner that gave me both solace and joy. From “Don't Change” to “Disappear”, he always had a way of saying what I couldn't. And it was always as if he was telling me that “life can be terrible, but it is enurable”. Who will speak for me now? Three years later the void has not been filled.