In a moment from the phone ringing and me turning on the tv, the sounds and sites of my 80's childhood came flooding back to me via CNN and various news stations, reporting the passing of Michael Jackson, whilst showing a collage of him during some of his best public times... in concert, making videos, accepting awards... I grew up with Thriller, sparkly white socks, a cat named "Annie" (after one of his songs), memories from seeing him live in concert and an admiration for his talent, his gift. I love thinking back on my childhood, it literally makes me warm and fuzzy it was so good, and Michael Jackson's music was a huge part of that, I feel fortunate to be able to pop in a cd and go back to that time, thank you, Michael. I don't know what happens to us when we die, but it is comforting to think it just might be a magical, warm and fuzzy place free of judgements and insecurities.
