gone too soon

He got me.

I really can't believe it but he got me. I care and I didn't think that was possible.

When I heard the news that Michael Jackson had died, my first instinct was not surprise but a certain jaded dismissal. Here was a person with obvious failings, who had lived what I considered a massively self-indulgent life. I dreaded the inevitable media circus and figured I would not feel any sense of sadness or loss. In fact, when I thought of the motley crew that makes up the Jackson family, I found it hard to summon much sympathy.

Then, this picture, from his memorial this afternoon, got me. His little girl misses her dad, as odd as he may have been.

It is a tragedy that Jackson could not get hold of his demons to right himself once he became a father. And now he leaves behind three children who will miss him. How sad.