I haven't cried for a while. For me, the whole thing was too much and I didn't know what to with myself. A couple of days after the 25th, I took some time off and went to another country to deal with things. It really helped inasmuch as I stopped crying - or rather, the situation didn't feel as expressively painful that I felt I could only cry (which was the case in the beginning).
And so now, with Michael's death having changed my entire perspective of life, most of my daily routine and my frame of reference (also, I have stopped reading the news apart from certain media outlets, and I leave any room where people are having conversations about Michael), I find that I've entered a pragmatic phase where I'm mostly concerned about why Michael died, and what will happen with all the practical stuff.
Of course, when I listen to his music I get sad and I think about the meaning and affect his death is going to have on my life (and on the world), but all of that seems too much to handle at the moment. There's too much going on.
I don't understand how someone like Jermaine - his brother! - can even focus on arranging a tribute show, because I'm not even related to Michael and all I can think about is how and why he died, what's going to happen with his estate, the well-being of his children, and finally, where he will be buried. For me, the real grief will set in once these matters are solved, I'm sure.
And when I've properly mourned his death and I understand the repercussions, then maybe I'll have the strength and proper state of mind to pay homage.