I am numbed by the news. Reading Anengiyefa's post helped me this morning.
His question nudged me to express a little, to process now that he is (supposedly) gone, the impact MJ had on my life. Here's a comment I left in response to his question:
Within seven minutes of my walking through the door from work, tired and starving. Having just washed my hands in the kitchen after popping some leftovers in the microwave - I had not eaten since breakfast. My husband walks out of the master bedroom, where he'd been watching the news, leans heavily on the interior balcony railing; and in a voice choked with emotion says "...Michael has died."
I was not hungry any more. Just sad. Really really sad.
Rock With You. That is the song that does it the most for me. The one that helps me remember things my soul wants to forget. Those things that make me who I am. Those occurences, the cockles that line my heart. Rock With You revives those memories, delivers them to the forefront of my brain, because they matter.
Because "...even when the groove is dead and gone, yeah, you know that love survives, so we can rock forever..."
Michael Jackson, Rest In Peace.
And then I read Rethabile's beautiful poem, and that helped as well.
Kifo cha Michael Jackson kimenishtuwa, wala sina sauti ya kuongea.