For me, I’ve shed plenty of tears already over this tragedy, and I’m sure there are plenty more to come. It hit me the hardest when I got out to my car after work with every fiber of my being needing to hear “Will You Be There?” and finding that despite my always having Michael’s music with me (the first CD I ever bought was “Dangerous”) my CD cases were somehow lacking in what I needed most. I sobbed my way home feeling not only like a piece of me was missing, but that I had betrayed him by being unable to have that connection that I needed.
I was so excited about his concert series next summer in London, and about his upcoming album that we may never hear. But he is in a better place now, dancing with the likes of Fred Astaire and singing with Elvis and Chuck Berry. He was the greatest stage entertainer of all time, the greatest dancer in his particular style, and by far the most creative and talented choreographer, a phenomenal singer and songwriter, and a generous and loving man. His troubles in this life are over, and he is in a better place away from Earth’s judgmental eyes. I will always remember him for his contributions to music and art and love for the human race. The grief is not something one can get over, just get used to living with. I would quote his lyrics to explain how I feel, but the words fail me, and sound hollow coming from my fingertips. But for right now, the whole world is out of balance, and it’s all I can do to stay on my feet.