I remember where I was and what I was doing when Michael Jackson died. I was working for an evil persian who lured me away with promises he never intended to keep ... my actual duty at the moment was programming a web based bare metal backup machine manufacturing and service database for a company called Unitrends and I was deep into the guts of a coldfusion application growing exponentially.
The news came over the radio and one of the other persians broke it to me ... first that he was very ill and they could not revive him. Then that he had passed and that more details would follow.
Never in my entire existence did I think that I would outlive Michael Jackson with his hyperbaric oxygen chamber and boundless resources but ... I'm still here and he lays somewhere in southern california in a gold plated casket with velvet lining.
I witnessed his evolution from black child through the various plastic surgical stages which made him first "pretty" then a white appearing man. I was not aware of those things which went along with all of that like the tatooed make up and darkening of the scalp to lessen his bald spot's appearance.
Despite the controversy which was his life and after hour pursuits he was after all a father with three young children who lost him entirely too soon. I remember the funeral and the despair exhibited by his lovely little daughter and wishing there were something that could be done for her to bring him back.
Alas, this was not to be and she has had to simply get past it as best she can with such matters being the of the most difficult a person may endure.
So today, Michael Jackson would have been 58, a scant four years younger than me. So rest in peace Michael. I hope you look over your children and family and that you have finally found some peace at long last.