A Letter to Michael: Moonwalking on the Clouds
This week’s letter isn’t sternly-worded, but filled with much sadness. Consider this the fan letter I never sent.
Dear Michael Jackson,
You were the greatest. You ARE the King of Pop, and arguably the most LEGENDARY musician EVER to grace this Earth. You sang like your throat was ambrosia-coated and danced like your feet were silk. I “Remember the Times” when me, my siblings and my cousins would watch VHS tapes of your concerts and squeal for you like we were at the arena. I remember when I first heard the song “Heal the World” and the music swayed me back and forth. “Black and White” comes on and I can’t help but bounce my shoulders diagonally.
My heart is broken. This is a day that is sadder than I have experienced in a long time. Your death has affected me worse than any other death of a person I didn’t know directly, but I felt like I knew you. I’m young enough to have never lived without your fame but old enough to appreciate the impact you made.
I will never forget where I was when I found out that you passed away. I made a shrieking sound and it reverberated around my office. I yelled “Michael Jackson died!” and an echo of “WHAT?” came from my coworkers. I was shocked. The seemingly impossible happened. You were one of the people who’s presence was taken for granted because we just assumed you would always be there.
I weep for a world where my kids (future) will grow up without you, MJ. You’ve joined Uncle Luffa, Barry White and Gerald Levert. All they have left is SouljaBoy! *wall slide*. My kids will grow up in a world where the most popular music is by a guy who puts white out on his sunglasses. iCan’t. I just CANNOT! My future Luvvies will be put on STRICT old school music diet. Ain’t gon be no Souljah Boy or *insert irrelevant artist here* in MY household! No sah!
I wanna go out and buy EVERY CD you ever made. YES, actual physical CDs, not just iTunes downloads. You sold 750 million albums, a number that I cannot even FATHOM ever happening again. A number that is so ridiculous that one might as well say “gazillion” and it’d be accurate.
My kids will know that Billie Jean was not your lover while Jamming. We won’t Stop Till We Get Enough. Michael, you made HIStory and that is undeniable. Now that you’ve Eased on Down the Road to meet Him, I Cry because you’re Gone Too Soon. We thought Heaven can wait but it apparently couldn’t. Your music Heal(ed) the World and for that, you Rock my World. I Never Can Say Goodbye but I do I hope you’re resting in peace.
More important than the icon you were, you were a person. Flawed, but still magnetic and sometimes, larger than life. My thoughts are with your family and friends, who I cannot imagine their pain. You touched the entire world and never met most people. Those you did know must be in such anguish that it hurts. If my heart is broken, theirs must be a mosaic of broken pieces on the floor.
You’re gone but you can NEVER be forgotten. The whole world mourns you, and it lets me know that the footprints you left in the sand are so deep that no tide could wipe them away.
Your favorite (in my head) P.Y.T.,
P.S. Just wondering… did you teach St. Peter how to Moonwalk at the Pearly Gates? Are you going to re-enact the Thriller video with the archangels? :’-)
I’d like to hear your letters to MJ, if you could write one
Edit: Since it’s too hot to wear a leather jacket and a glove, show some ankle cleavage and rock some flooded pants in honor of MJ.