
It had been coming for a while, but it finally hit me tonight as I watched some TV coverage of the Michael Jackson celebration in L.A. I cried. He was so talented, musical, and joyful. He saw the world through a rose-colored lens, despite his torment. The outpouring of sorrow and remembrance in cities around the world was a testament to his unifying spirit.
So many of us didn't remember him until now, and that is sad. Today, Berry Gordy told Barbara Walters the tragic truth: Jackson had to die so the world could realize how much it actually loved him.