Remembering Michael Jackson

It was hard to admit this but I’m in mourning. I don’t feel any different today than I would feeling if I lost a beloved member of my family.

We all have family members who stray. But we still love them because we grew up with them, established a foundation for love, music and dance with them.

No matter what anyone says Michael Jackson and his family were members of my extended family. As children growing up in Cleveland/Shaker Heights, we gravitated to the family band and even tried starting one of our own. Our musical endeavors only lasted for an instant. But our love for the Jacksons’ and other groups like them is evident after each holiday we share together. We still host family talent shows.

Some of us are still on stage and others are comfortable being spectators.

Our quest for musical satisfaction is still ever present. Some of sing and dance in front of broom sticks and others get up in church and try our best to show off what God has given us.

For me, my love for popular music started with my first 45 of ABC. It was the only music my mother approved of and that was fine with me.

The music dances in my head today and will forever be in my heart.