Where were you when you heard Michael Jackson died?
I happened to be eating dinner with my husband, sans kids. But that isn't the point. All over the news and on everyone's lips is the big news. But why is it more important that Michael Jackson died than any of the other people who died today? He was just a man. And if he hadn't sang songs we all heard on the radio (and saw on tv) we wouldn't have given him a second thought. But singing a song isn't the measure of a man, obviously. In my opinion, Michael Jackson wasn't a man, he was a freak, but I digress.
Unfortunately, I know about death. In two years, I lost my father, my mother, and my grandmother. My maternal grandparents died long before I was born, and my paternal grandfather died when I was 10. I am terrified of my husband or children dying. From the time they were born, if my child had a cold, I thought the worst was going to happen. If Frank doesn't get from point A to point B in the time I think it should take, before long I am imagining the knock on the door to tell me something has happened. I know, I'm a freak.
So where am I going with this? I don't know. I guess I just think we should be more concerned about the people who are in our lives, and love them with all our hearts, and quit wasting our time worrying about the Michael Jacksons in the world. And I'm talking about myself. I'm all about Jon and Kate, and celebrities, and scandal, and junk. And all the while I have two beautiful children, a wonderful husband, two sweet puppies, and many fabulous friends that are much more worth my time.
So, instead of thinking about where I was when Michael Jackson died...I just hope that I always remember that on June 25, 2009, I had a sweet dinner for two with my even sweeter hubby! (And that really is the point, isn't it?!)