I’m listening to him now on the Squeezebox. You can’t help but cry for the little kid he once was, and wonder how his life became such a train-wreck. And now my dog has come over, concerned that I’m crying, and trying to lick my face.
A smart man once told me that, when we cry, we always cry for some part of ourselves. The trigger is something that happened to someone else, but the emotional response is ours, not theirs.
Maybe, when we cry for MJ, we cry for the child each of us once was. I don’t know. But I agree with what John Landis said a few days ago on CNN. There’s no reason for this man to be dead. It makes no sense at all. He was healthy and dancing his heart out just a few hours previously. We’ve all seen the videos. How does someone with the stamina to go through that dance rehearsal suffer cardiac arrest?
And the inner voice? Could it happen to us to?