amygrace
Proud Member
I have to vent about this...it is just eating me up. I feel like in a way I'm experiencing a different kind of grief than most of you here...that have really been involved with Michael, his mission, and his talent for most of his career. You all have lost someone that has been an active part of your life for so long. A painful loss, but a true blessing...to have "known" him while he was living...to have taken part of the "Michael Jackson Era".
Whereas with me...the hardest thing I am dealing with about Michael's death, is the deep REGRET I feel for never fully experiencing him when he lived. Oh my God, it's unbearable...I just can't stand it.
I was born in '84. I had every chance to experience Michael...but I never did. Not because I didn't think he was cool, or because of tabloid trash... honestly, I was just CLUELESS. Growing up I never paid much attention to the news, to music, bands, trends...anything. I just played with my friends. I definitely knew of Michael though. My parents had the HIStory DVD that I loved to watch. I thought his videos were interesting and I absolutely LOVED the song "Black or White". But I was still young at this time and thus uninvolved in the world - that Michael was just another singer among many.
Over the years I remember hearing tabloid rumors here and there about Michael...but didn't really pay much attention or care to make any judgements. It was just "whatever". Through all the years though, I never once heard anyone talk about how amazing he was...how talented...how loving. Michael was like a well kept secret from me. I just, didn't know...so I never looked into him more.
And then...he died. It took his frikkin' DEATH to turn my attention back to him. Being 24 now, I actually got curious and started to research him as I reminisced with the long forgotten songs of his I had always loved. My research left me in tears. Obviously, as I am here on this board now, I was incredibly moved, touched, inspired and awe-struck by that man. And, even though it took me 24 years to fully discover who he was, it feels like I am bonded to him, connected at the core...like he is a part of me. But this feeling quickly broke my heart to pieces. It's like finding the love of your life...all too late. I had him under my nose the whole time - and only realized it after he left. I just wanted to hug him...to see him...but I couldn't. And to think of all the experiences, love, excitement, concerts, growing, changes, ups and downs that I just MISSED completely...oh my God.
WHY...WHY did I have to be so clueless?! WHY couldn't someone have told me about the beauty of this man earlier? WHY DID I HAVE TO MISS IT ALL?!!! I have never been so regretful over anything in my life. I know that Michael lives on...and he's ok now. I feel that in my soul and it makes me smile...but, NEVER AGAIN will the experiences that took place on this Earth, in this lifetime with Michael...ever take place again. I wish I could turn back time.

Whereas with me...the hardest thing I am dealing with about Michael's death, is the deep REGRET I feel for never fully experiencing him when he lived. Oh my God, it's unbearable...I just can't stand it.
I was born in '84. I had every chance to experience Michael...but I never did. Not because I didn't think he was cool, or because of tabloid trash... honestly, I was just CLUELESS. Growing up I never paid much attention to the news, to music, bands, trends...anything. I just played with my friends. I definitely knew of Michael though. My parents had the HIStory DVD that I loved to watch. I thought his videos were interesting and I absolutely LOVED the song "Black or White". But I was still young at this time and thus uninvolved in the world - that Michael was just another singer among many.
Over the years I remember hearing tabloid rumors here and there about Michael...but didn't really pay much attention or care to make any judgements. It was just "whatever". Through all the years though, I never once heard anyone talk about how amazing he was...how talented...how loving. Michael was like a well kept secret from me. I just, didn't know...so I never looked into him more.
And then...he died. It took his frikkin' DEATH to turn my attention back to him. Being 24 now, I actually got curious and started to research him as I reminisced with the long forgotten songs of his I had always loved. My research left me in tears. Obviously, as I am here on this board now, I was incredibly moved, touched, inspired and awe-struck by that man. And, even though it took me 24 years to fully discover who he was, it feels like I am bonded to him, connected at the core...like he is a part of me. But this feeling quickly broke my heart to pieces. It's like finding the love of your life...all too late. I had him under my nose the whole time - and only realized it after he left. I just wanted to hug him...to see him...but I couldn't. And to think of all the experiences, love, excitement, concerts, growing, changes, ups and downs that I just MISSED completely...oh my God.
WHY...WHY did I have to be so clueless?! WHY couldn't someone have told me about the beauty of this man earlier? WHY DID I HAVE TO MISS IT ALL?!!! I have never been so regretful over anything in my life. I know that Michael lives on...and he's ok now. I feel that in my soul and it makes me smile...but, NEVER AGAIN will the experiences that took place on this Earth, in this lifetime with Michael...ever take place again. I wish I could turn back time.