Cats-whiskas
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Hi All, apologies if I have posted this in the wrong place or if this has been discussed before. Still finding my feet here. I have been a fan for over 35 years and grown up with Michael. I know it has been 8 years now since we lost him but sometimes I have days where it really sinks in and I really do struggle that he is gone? Does anyone know what I mean? It is so hard to discuss this anywhere other than with other people who are MJ fans. People in the 'real world' look at me like I have three heads if I even begin to discuss the genuine grief I went through for someone I never actually met or knew in real life. Today has been one of those days. Recently I told my 6 yr old that Michael was in heaven now. He has grown up with MJ too through me and I had to tell him as he asked if we could meet Michael some day. That was a tough thing to do.
I think somewhere deep down I could never imagine Michael growing old. It just didn't seem like something that was possible, I guess because he just seemed so other worldly in many ways. But I never actually considered him dying. His death also had a bit of an existential impact on me in a way. But even though I tried to touch on my feelings in therapy sessions - it just seemed they dismissed feelings of grief for someone famous.
Seeing everything he had to endure in his life was hard to make sense of and the fact that he died still with people saying so much trash about him and believing the most horrendous things, I find hard. For someone who was such an incredible humanitarian - there just seems to be no justice. I don't have any particular beliefs. I kind of believe you die and that is it, you are snuffed out. Gone. It just all seems so unfair. I hate the fact that as soon as I tell people I am a fan of Michael, I then have to wait for the next bit where I have to defend whether or not he was guilty of heinous crimes. It makes me so angry that his memory has been blighted like this.
Sorry to have rambled but does anyone get what I mean? I think Michael is an artist unlike many others as not only did he give his fans his music and incredible talent but he really gave you so much to morally aspire to. Most fans became a fan of the person behind the music and what he stood for. I know none of us ever really knew him, but we knew his message and were a fan of that too.
Please tell me I am not alone in my ramblings. Does anyone get where I am coming from?
I think somewhere deep down I could never imagine Michael growing old. It just didn't seem like something that was possible, I guess because he just seemed so other worldly in many ways. But I never actually considered him dying. His death also had a bit of an existential impact on me in a way. But even though I tried to touch on my feelings in therapy sessions - it just seemed they dismissed feelings of grief for someone famous.
Seeing everything he had to endure in his life was hard to make sense of and the fact that he died still with people saying so much trash about him and believing the most horrendous things, I find hard. For someone who was such an incredible humanitarian - there just seems to be no justice. I don't have any particular beliefs. I kind of believe you die and that is it, you are snuffed out. Gone. It just all seems so unfair. I hate the fact that as soon as I tell people I am a fan of Michael, I then have to wait for the next bit where I have to defend whether or not he was guilty of heinous crimes. It makes me so angry that his memory has been blighted like this.
Sorry to have rambled but does anyone get what I mean? I think Michael is an artist unlike many others as not only did he give his fans his music and incredible talent but he really gave you so much to morally aspire to. Most fans became a fan of the person behind the music and what he stood for. I know none of us ever really knew him, but we knew his message and were a fan of that too.
Please tell me I am not alone in my ramblings. Does anyone get where I am coming from?