It has been impossible to turn on the TV or radio over the last week without being bombarded with news and tributes to Michael Jackson. There is so much that can be said, much has already been said. He was a great performer and talented musician. He was also a self mutilating freak who suffered from arrested development and was an accused child molester who admitted to having young boys sleep in his bed, who had alarms set up on his bedroom to warn if anyone was approaching and was taken to court twice for molestation charges, once of which he settled out of court paying millions on.
None of that however is what I find to be the story. The real story was something that happened this week that brought it all together and put this into perspective.
Tuesday this little eleven year old girl brought clarification to the circus. She made it real.
“I just want to say ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you can ever imagine,” she said through tears. “And I just want to say I love him so much.”
Now regardless of your opinion of Michael Jackson, he was this little girl's daddy. He was the world to her and her two brothers. Now these three children have lost the only parent they really knew. They have lost the only world they've ever known.
Hearing Paris' heartfelt, tear choked words made the whole story human. It was no longer about the "king of pop", it was about a person who died... a little girl's daddy.
So regardless of what you thought about Michael the media figure, the entertainer, the "king of pop"; I think we do need to extend condolences to those who loved him, Michael the person.
But that isn't the only story....
(Part II coming soon...)