I'm reluctant to post this because I know I am outside the comfort zone of knowing I am communicating to those who know and understand. I've talked about this with almost no one. I'm not ashamed. I was once embarrassed to say some of the things I might say, even though I was always a very vocal, obvious supporter... There were some things I would still deny, to avoid being chastised and made to feel like a freak. But I'm going to worry about that anymore. There is nothing freakish about it. This is just how it is, and it's beautiful.

I'm not yet at the point where I feel ready to talk about Michael and my feelings about him, my experience of him, me being a fan, those things... But I feel compelled right now to post briefly about how I'm dealing with the loss of him from this world.

I've never grieved before. At least not for a person. I think I went through a period of grieving when I cut off my dreadlocks, but that was slightly different, because it was ... well, my hair. heh.

This is slow. This is slowing sinking. I've not allowed myself to feel much for the past week or so.

The day of his death, and the day after, I really believe I dissociated. I realized it when I was walking up the sidewalk and I couldn't connect with my own self or anything around me. I felt panic when I realized this, because it's an old feeling that I haven't had for a while, and it's always scary... but it didn't take long for me to realize why I was dissociating and just to slip into accepting it and moving on with that disconnect still there. I didn't care. There was still a pain there inside me and that's what was truly a(e?)ffecting me.

What are those Stages of Grieving? My mom was talking about them sometime last month...
1) Denial, Isolation
2) Anger
3) Bargaining
4) Depression
5) Acceptance

I can truly see where I've gone through several of these stages. I'm not an expert on these stages so I don't know about if they are supposed to go in order and all that.... I don't really care. I'm just noting how I see that I've gone through them.

I will never forget the moment that I saw those three words in the results of our search that day. "Michael Jackson Dies". TMZ was the first to report it. I didn't believe it. Nothing happened to me. There was hardly a reaction besides me putting my hand over my mouth. I didn't want to react. This was a tabloid type source and I could end up looking foolish if it was a lie. Best to keep calm until things are for-sure. All I knew for sure was that he was at the hospital after cardiac arrest. We would wait for more trust-worthy sources to confirm this. I would wait and wait before I would allow myself to accept this.

We didn't get total confirmation until that night. At least, I didn't. Even as more and more news sources began reporting this reality, I kept thinking that they were wrong and that eventually they would have to take back their statements. I was not going to be suckered into getting emotional about some sensational lie. Even that night when we went to my sister's house to watch the news to see exactly what was going on, and the news was saying it all over, and I saw on the screen the first time: 1958-2009, I couldn't believe it. I would not allow myself to believe it. Believing these reports was to admit he was gone. I didn't want to admit that. I don't know when I finally did, but at some point I moved away from denial...

I started thinking about how in the past few years I've become less passionate about him. At least at the surface. You could, at any moment in time, show me a clip of a performance or play a song or display a picture, or anything, and it would all immediately surface - the fan in me. If it was a performance, I probably had to use much of my will to contain myself. That was always there. But I stopped listening to my full collection of his albums every single day, I stopped ... obsessing. I guess it's wrong to say that my passion was gone. Rather, I had moved beyond obsessing every day like I had for years.

Anyway, I started - and I know now that this is crazy - but I started believing that the fact that my everyday passionate obsessive love for him had subsided, that had somehow caused him to die. That me not sending that love to him out into the universe every day somehow deprived him of love and knowing that he was loved and still adored by his true fans, and without that, he died. I became angry at myself for this and was beating myself up for not staying closer to his legacy in recent years.

I moved past this after a couple days.

I'm not exactly sure what bargaining is... judging simply by the word itself, I don't think I hit that stage. I don't think my constant urge in the first few days to just turn around and reach out and embrace him would be considered bargaining.... yeah, I experienced that, though. Maybe I did, for a few hours. I do remember thinking over and over, if he just comes back, and sees all of this love for him... I will never let that love subside into the back of my life again. I will make sure he is constantly aware of it, that that loving energy flows from me to him each day.

Depression... I'm there now. There is just this constant sadness in my heart. This slow, silent, heaviness there in my chest. Thoughts flash through my mind and feelings surge up and suddenly I want to cry, out of nowhere. Other times I feel totally disconnected. Other times I feel rational and like maybe I'm moving into acceptance. But that heavy sadness is still there. It lingers like a heavy fog.


Michael meant a lot to me. I don't think I'm going to try to talk about it here. I don't need to make anyone else understand. My love for him is mine. I've been a fan of his since I was about 6 years old and saw this performance they showed of the Jackson 5 of some show I was watching. Why they were playing it so many years later, I don't know... but I'm so thankful for that. I remember that moment like it was yesterday.

They announced they'd be showing a musical performance after the commercial and there was a brief clip. I stuck around to see it. I was amazed. I couldn't take my eyes off of Michael. He was singing Rockin' Robin. He astounded me, even when I was that young, and he was that young. I never forgot him, I never forgot that performance. I would think about it frequently in the following years. I didn't know they were this huge sensation at one point. At the time, he was just an astounding performer that I was lucky to catch on TV one day. I became a die-hard fan when I got a few years older and really discovered who he was.

After talking with other fans lately, since Michael's death, I realize, we all realize, that there is something we share, an understanding and certain love we have for Michael, that is only understood amongst us. If you don't have it, you can't know it. It's not capable of being put into words.

I'll just say this simple statement: He was always, always gorgeous to me on so many levels. Sure, he was a great dancer, absolutely amazing singer, wonderful songwriter, and the stage was created just for the coming of this man... But he was also a great humanitarian, a loving, innocent, caring soul who was constantly striving to be the best he could be. And he was the best. He was not only the best he could be, he was the best anyone could be, all over the world. But he needed to be even better than that. A perfectionist, sometimes to a fault. We all have our faults. Michael wasn't a saint. His death has, in a lot of ways, grounded me as a fan. His human-ness is more obvious to me. But he will always amaze me with his beautiful spirit (oh, that laugh...) and excite me with his talent. His beautiful, inspiring eyes and smile are forever etched in a frame in my mind and in my heart. And yes, every day, through all his life, I thought he was sexy as hell. I'd kiss those lips every day if I had the chance, with love.
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ozarkwitch on
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I understand and feel your pain, I have lost many I admired and many recently. As for Michael , his poor soul, I feel he died around 1992, when he began to carve away his identity whether he was trying to wipe out his fathers image from his face or what, he was a tortured and immature soul.I believed he died a little bit each surgery until there was nothing left of him........either way, we will miss him very much.May the Divine Spirit be with you in your  feelings of loss.

summer blessings.

divine on
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Each surgery? If anything, he might have died a little bit each time people made outrageous, crazy allegations and claims about his life that became so big they took on a life of their own - and weren't even true.
I don't think he ever tried to carve away his identity - what do you mean by that?
Anyway, thanks for the understanding... I think.
myclette on
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*hugs* 
His passing was such a shock and it still hasn't sunk in with me. His music touched a lot of people all over the world. He had a special gift -- he made people connect to him and to each other through a song or a dance move.  Many people are grieving just like you and it is nothing to be ashamed of.
divine on
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Thanks for the understanding. *hugs*
missmandible on
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100% agree with Myclette. If you grieved over losing your pet rock, it would still be nothing to be ashamed of. Grief is grief, and no one gets to tell you how you should or shouldn't feel. Even if you were the only one who cared about his passing, it would still be important, and your feelings would be just as valid. Find a safe place, let it all out, and do whatever it is that you need to do. No one should be allowed to question how you feel.

Life, to most people, is just one giant...thing. People look at life as a whole, as the culmination of events. Your years spent breathing aren't just a blob of what you did or didn't do. That's not life. Your life is each and every second. Every second you spend hurting, that's what life is. Every happy moment, every grim realization. You're the only one who gets to experience YOUR life, so don't feel like you should be held back from experiencing whatever feelings surface for you. Explore them, learn from them who you really are, and share that person with the world, whether the fucktards understand you or not.
divine on
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All of what you said is very true. I love the second part of what you had to say - this IS life. Without these feelings and experiences, what would life be? Thanks for the support. You're absolutely right.
d72fish on
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I have to be honest, I was one of the few that didn't cry when I was told he passed away. I enjoyed his music but I also followed the accusations and belived where there is smoke there is fire. Anyway almost eight hours into the day of his death I watched MTV, CNN,MSNBC, I could not believe the things I either forgot or allowed mistakes to move away without question.

I forgot he was the first African American to demand his chance to show case on MTV. He was the first to put a group of overprised stars together and sing without earning a penny for starving children. He was damadged as a child with the stress of being perfect.

Wow! I cried the following days and can say without question I not only enjoyed his music, but am proud of the man he tried to be

divine on
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Yes, he accomplished and did a lot of great things with his life.. 
nimbo on
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Although Michael Jackson music was a part of my childhood, I was never as big a fan as some people were. When I heard he died, however, I felt a sense of deep sadness for him, for his life, his death, and for the way people treated him and made assumptions about him without knowing the facts. Because of the rumours that spread for the sake of sensationalism. I guess a part of me has always hoped that his name would be cleared and that he'd get an apology from the world before he died, because even though I was never his BIGGEST fan, I don't think he deserved the treatment he received.
divine on
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That's mostly what makes me sad too - that he didn't have a better life and that towards the end of his life it may not have been all that better than the rest of his life before. If that makes sense... Just hope he's at least at peace now.

 
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