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Paalam, Michael

July 8, 2009


The world bade goodbye to Michael Jackson today in a somber,  inspiring, and emotion-filled two-hour-long tribute at Los Angeles, California’s Staples Center with the ceremony watched by nearly 20,000 at the home arena of the LA Lakers with tens of millions more watching the satellite broadcast across the globe.

The outpouring, punctuated by stirring speeches and musical tributes from his lifelong friends was more than a goodbye.

It was a tear-jerking celebration of his humanity that transcended color and creed.

But the best tribute for The King of Pop came from his own 11-year-olf daughter Paris Michael Kathrerne Jackson:

I just wanted to say, ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine.

And I just wanted to say I love him so much.

Most poignant, too, was the poem read by actress and singer Queen Latifa which was written by African American autobiographer Maya Angelou:

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana’s Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.

The Los Angeles Times has this splendid account of today’s public tribute to MJ:,0,3895609,full.story

It is difficult to close this blogpost.

All this humble writer can add 10,000 miles away from the events in Los Angeles is Paalam, Michael.

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