Sad Day

When Mom called me to tell me about the news that Michael Jackson had died, I was sad. But, it really didn't hit me until I sat down and watched all of the documentaries on TV. When I think about it, my generation grew up listening to Michael Jackson. He was our Elvis. I fondly remember begging Mom to stay up late to watch him on TV, my bedroom filled with Michael Jackson posters, my 33 albums that I played over and over until I drove my family crazy, and being filled with excitement when Mom came home from work with the new Thriller album. I spent hours with a constant stop-go-stop-go of the VCR so that I could learn every dance move. He is a true icon. I played the Thriller video for Breydon tonight. He loved it! He also learned some of the dance moves. I hope that he doesn't have nightmares! It was so neat to be able to share something with my son that was so dear to me while growing up. May he rest in peace...