I Need Help -- I'm Glad This Site Is Here
I swear, I don't think I will ever get over this. I feel like I must be certifiably "nuts." Tragic things happen to many people, and that's the way life is on this Earth. I've been walking around on the Planet for quite a while, and I know how life is. I'm urually pretty realistic.
So I can't understand the POWER OF THE GRIEF I feel over the death of one man, Michael Jackson. He wasn't Martin Luther King, or a president of the United States. He didn't find a cure for cancer. He wasn't part of my immediate family (just my human family).
He was the "epitomy" of a PASSIONATE LIFE. He gave every atom of his being to his art -- put his HEART AND SOUL ON A SILVER PLATTER AND HANDED IT TO THE WORLD.
HE TRIED TO HEAL THE WORLD.
My heart is broken.