Today was the memorial for Michael Jackson, it was sad, funny, poignant and such a tribute to the man that touched so many people's lives. His casket was sooo beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful casket. It had so many red roses on the top with greenery, it was an amazing sight. His brothers were pall bearers and they each wore their black suits with white shirts and yellow ties, and each had a red rose in their lapel and the topper was that they each wore a sequined glove, I thought that was a nice touch. The family was in black Escalades and black Range Rovers, the funeral procession was really, really long. Finally, they made it to the Staples' Center in L.A. The brothers brought the casket into the "stage area" and no one really knew that his body was going to be there (that's what was said after, when they were doing the commentary about the memorial, after it was over.) Anyway, Mariah Carey and Trey Lorenz sang, (she was a bit pitchy, if I may say so.) There were people that got up and talked and said what Michael had meant to them, such as Barry Gordy, Smokey Robinson, who each called him their "little brother," it was sad. It was funny to hear some of the funny stories as well. Like Magic Johnson said he was over at Michael's house one day and the chef came to ask them what they wanted for dinner and Magic said, "I'll have the grilled chicken," thinking he should get the "healthy choice." Then a little bit later they brought him his chicken and brought Michael a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. Magic was like, "what? I ordered this, and you got KFC?" So they had a good laugh about that and sat and ate Michael's bucket of chicken together. Brooke Shields painted Michael as funny and laughing and playing practical jokes all the time. They had alot in common, contradicting what all the tabloids and magazines said about them. They both started working as young people. She kid Michael and said, "you're a slacker, I started working when I was 11 months old!" It was cute. There were so many wonderful things said about him. Him being the consumate entertainer, a humanitarian, a lover of mankind (always). I truly believe Michael Jackson loved people and only ever wanted what we all take for granted, which is normalcy. He never had that. Never in his life was he never not famous. Since the age of 9 he had been in the public eye, and was mobbed wherever he went. What kind of life must that have been? To live in a bubble, and a fantasy life, a life where you can't do anything without someone looking at you and either questioning, or ridiculing you for something, I can't imagine. There's a video on YouTube, where these people shut down this grocery store for MJ, because he wanted to know what it was like to go grocery shopping, he had never done that before. They got people like his nanny, and people that worked for him, and put them in disguises and had them act like they were "shoppers." They would take his cart and make him believe he lost it and things like that. It all seemed pretty cool for him, and he seemed to be loving it, picking up jars and packages and reading the labels and such. Such a small thing, trivial to most of us, but to him it was the neatest thing. His brother Marlon spoke, very tearfully, at the very end, and he said he was in a record store one day and he was in back of this man who had on a really wrinkled, dirty looking shirt and really bucky teeth, holding a whole stack of CDs. He said, "Michael, what are you doing here?" Michael turned around and said, "how did you know it was me?" He said, "Michael, you are my brother, I know you, I know your body language, the way you move, and those shoes, you wear them all the time!" Everyone just laughed. No matter what his disguise was, his brother always knew it was him. That's family for you. But I thought of, how sad, sad that this man had to wear disguises just to go and sit on a park bench at Disneyland and watch people, watch them without them watching and mobbing him. He could be himself, even ironically, when he wasn't himself. Crazy. At the very end, little Paris Katherine spoke up and said that Michael was the best Daddy ever and that she loved him very much and she starts sobbing. How utterly sad. The only parent these kids have known, and now he's gone. I'm not sure how I feel about who they should go to. I kinda think, that Debbie Rowe should just stay away, after all, she sold her kids off to Michael, so why should she get them back? Katherine seems like the best alternative, although she's no spring chicken. But I'm sure she has help around the house, that can help with the kids. I've heard they're close to her and, of course, those were Michael's wishes. Anyway, I've babbled long enough. Michael will never die, he will live on in our lives through his music. I've picked it up again, and my kids are getting really into it as well, it's nice to hear it playing throughout the house. Funny, the kids and I were learning the "Thriller" dance last night, Darian and OD gave up, but Joshie and I persevered and got it!!! Maybe you'll see it on YouTube one of these days. Now, I gotta work on that Moonwalk!!!
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