Reflecting on Michael Jackson’s Memorial and Life
I find that every funeral, memorial service, and wake is reflective for me. I grew up during the height of Michael Jackson’s solo career, but he did not touch my life as deeply as he did others.
Of course I knew his art and his immense popularity, but when he passed, if it wasn’t for all this worldwide reaction, I would have noted it and moved on.
But thanks to the select coverage that I’ve watched over the last few days and today’s memorial service, the achievements and meaning of Michael Jackson returned to me.
He’s been a punchline for a while now, and it was nice to be reminded (because this is something I knew and had somehow forgotten) of his great achievements and significance.
Someday, we will all be nothing but legacies and memories within others. For all his faults, quirks, and the controversies that wrap around him, Michael meant a heck of a lot to so many people, to our culture, and to the world at large.
I was thinking today that whatever our sphere, we can be significant if we really wanted to be.
He led a life without rest, ease, and comfort. I hope he’s finding his peace now.
