Michael Jackson was my first boyfriend. I just knew he would materialize in my life and accompany my school, CES 236, 1st grade.
And being too young to remember Charlie's Angels, I vividly remember sobbing while watching Farrah Fawcett in the TV movie The Burning Bed. And circa 1988, I wore a mean Farrah Fawcett... bang...
While many are thrilling off of the Thriller album, the Off The Wall album is my all-time favorite. I was 4 when the album was released but that didn't stop me from singing... "Do do do do do do do do do do.... You'll only be a girlfriend of mine..." While hoping, wishing, praying that Michael was really singing about and to me.
My love and loyalty to Michael wavered with his appearance and actions, one thing has always been true... The man is a talent par excellence, never to be replaced nor duplicated. I still supported and bought every one of his albums. May his influence be cherished always.
The Death Angel has been making quite a few visits lately... having just attended a funeral at my Church on Wednesday evening... I am not fond of funerals but I am moved by the tributes and accolades one receives as the life of that person is reflected upon.
So as I watched television last night, amazed how MJs death seemingly overshadowed Farrah Fawcett's, not paying attention to the labels and rumors surrounding these two valiant figures... I am encouraged by the meaningful lives they led, how they touched and inspired millions, how they were talented far beyond what the media could even begin to portray - they have left their mark in the lives in millions. And they did this simply from living out their dreams, fulfilling their destinies.