It was not spectacular, extravagant or bizarre. There were songs and tears but little dancing. Instead, Michael Jackson's memorial was a somber, spiritual ceremony that reached back for the essence of the man. He was memorialized as a Singer, dancer, superstar, humanitarian.
I too watched the memorial today for MJ and was very moved. Even though I was not a huge fan, but did love many of his videos and music. I have been truly stunned to see how moved so many people are around the world! I guess I must live in a closet!
Brooke Shields memories of Michael were very moving, and she was so heartbroken.
At the end tears ran down my face as I listened to Micheal's 11 year old daughter Paris-Michael say a few last words about her father. "Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine," she said, dissolving into tears and turning to lean on her aunt Janet. "And I just wanted to say I love him — so much."
I was very touched by the poem Maya Angelou wrote, it was read by Queen Latifah.
"We Had Him"
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
RIP MJ
1 comment:
BEAUTIFUL! I'm so glad you printed out Maya Angelou's Poem. To read it, it is even more profound. I so agree that this was a deeply moving Memorial Celebration. There were so many many very special moments during this beautiful morning...especially that sweet little daughters heartfelt words.
I also loved what Al Sharpton said....It was important and I thought very very meaningful on many levels.
One sometimes forgets all that Michael Jackson has contributed to this world in so many ways...This Celebration reminded us and dimmed all the tabloid crap....I truly do believe that there will be a time when what will be remembered will be his great great talent.
Another very moving moment for me was Germaine singing "SMILE"...so very touching.
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