Miss You, Michael!

Singlegal

Today, I’m bringing you a blog post that has NOTHING to do with singlehood. Breathe a sigh of relief!

I’m bringing my eulogy to Michael Jackson. I know, there are 100 of other bloggers out there doing the same thing, but I imagine for most of you, Michael Jackson’s untimely passing brings about a whole host of favorite childhood memories brought about by his music. Here’s mine.

Thriller was the very first cassette tape I ever owned. I found it nestled in between the board games of a department and figured it was destiny. I read the liner notes and played that tape until it wore itself thin. And then I bought another one.

I spent countless hours learning the words and crafting a dance to “Pretty Young Thing”. I pretended Michael was singing it to me directly. When my “dance” was complete, I performed it for parents. I think they were less than impressed. So I moved on to “Wanna Be Starting Something”.

I remember my Grandmother putting MJ on a the local TV. “That young man can dance!” she proclaimed, and expressed intense curiosity in this “moonwalking” phenomena. My grammy was a cool cat.

I distinctly remember the scuttle-butt in grammar school when MJ supposedly set his famous sequined glove on fire, and singed his hair! Was  he OK? We were concerned. And was he really dating Madonna? How cool was that. Their babies would be so cool, they would be born singing pop music.

And Ex. When the mood struck him, he did this amazing, naked dance rendition to “Can’t Stop Till You Get Enough”. It had to be seen to be believed, but there were few occasions where he exemplified such levity, it made me laugh until my stomach hurt.

Now, I sit in an office full of coworkers, sharing our favorite MJ memories. Did you have the life-size poster? The red jacket? Do you remember being scared at the Thriller video or surprised he married Lisa Marie? I’ve just giggled with two coworkers I’ve barely known until now. And you know what, it’s nice.

So, thank you, Michael. You brought me a lot of joy in my life, and I know many others share this same sentiment.

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