So I'm trying to figure out when I knew that I was different when it came to people passing...I just have a weird way of dealing with death. In fact I just try not to think about it, I know that isn't completely healthy, but it just seems to work the best. So seeing all the tasteless coverage of MJ's death on TV is quite ridiculous to me. The news coverage for the 48 hours seemed to be the most valid, but after that it just went downhill...I just wish that they could just respect him as the man, artist that he was..
Actually I do remember when I realized that I was different. It was a little over two years ago when my grandfather died. He actually died on the day that I crossed (became a Delta), my mom told me after my show...I don't even remember how I felt, it was just soo many emotions. Anyways...there were so many emotions that I felt in that one moment. It's not that I decided not to tell hardly anyone, it just happened that way. I just didnt want people feeling sorry for me or constantly asking about it, or how I feel. I just disappeared (like some people do after they cross) and dealt with it that way. I didn't want to go to the funeral because I just think it is an awful way to remember someone you care about. We did go to NY that summer, and when we visited his gravesite it was such a surreal experience. The air seemed really different, there was a really gentle breeze,and a sense of calm really came over me.
So basically I rambled on with that whole story, to talk about how I'm just different, so I was tired of all the coverage of Michael Jackson within minutes/hours of finding out he was dead. Can we just remember him for the awesome artist he was? Until Next Time...
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