Today marks the one year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death. AN ENTIRE YEAR.
I just read the blog post I wrote last year on this date, and it made my belly ache. Made me remember how shocked I felt. It seems to me I expected many more questions to have been answered by now. Perhaps some more closure. But, no. (Kind of like the series finale of LOST, huh?) I bet I also wished it was a total lie, and that he'd pop up six months later, having been hiding out on his ranch, avoiding all of us. Also didn't happen.
So, I just thought I'd write a quick post, remembering. Wore my Michael Jackson tee today, and listened to songs from nearly his entire discography at work this morning.
Hope you're still resting in peace, Michael. Go on with your bad self.