Everytime there's something on TV about Michael, my eyes would wet- as if I have an automatic faucet and my brain serves as the censor and my emotions are the cue as to when the water would start running down my cheeks...unintentionally as I don't want to cry anymore. He's already in Heaven. I should be happy.
But each program, each tribute, each interviews only strengthens my admiration to Michael and longing to see him on stage again...alive.
Truly, a gentle genius.
I believe that one of the reasons why he remains to be gentle, innocent and kind hearted is the fact that aside from his work, his home and his kids are his life. Rarely does he go out. He built a wall around himself and his kids. Other people did not appreciate it and finds it weird. But I did and still do. If I could do the same thing, I would. Who would want to bathe with the world's dust and dirt. But there will always be people who will never understand and will always question- acting like a judge.
Just like what our Pastor said "bad character corrupts good character so choose the people you hang out with"
Luckily, Michael found few friends who kept him good.
Okay...back to my crying.
I have to do something with my puffy eyes.
I looked like a panda with red blotches.
I can't wait to see Prince, Paris and Blanket all grown up. I am sure they would be like their father.
The world is in need of seriously good people today. An urgent call.
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