Death of a King
It was in music class in elementary school where I first heard of Michael Jackson, and though I didn’t understand who the man was one thing was certain, he could dance better than anyone I had ever seen. My favorite, the moonwalk. So much in fact, that I would try to mimick it myself.
Unlike most of the adults that I know who had the privaledge of growing up with Michael, some actually having the chance to see the star king of pop in concert, the only glimpse of him for folks around my age (I’m 19) was on the television about his weird ways. Sadly, that was the only thing the media was interested in and one would think what future generations would remember him by…one would think.
Larry King once said that the thing about death, is that it is so damn final. Michael’s death does not have to be, not if we remember him for what he was, a true entertainer. He will always live on in his music and his phenomenal dance moves that others will attempt to mimick. There are not many memories that I can say I have of Michael except for the one mentioned earlier and the not so forgotten images of him appearing in the media as “whacko jacko”, so maybe having one true memory of Michael is an ok thing.









