I'm sure that once a week it will look empty there, just in case somebody STILL hasn't understood that Forest Lawn will clean up in there.
Where you able to go in there and confirm for yourself that it looks miserably in there?
It's a slap into the face of everyone who ever supported him- especially when he was alive. I take my hat before those that came out to the courthouse to let him know that he is NOT alone in this world, people that wrote him letters of support back in the 90ies and people who somehow had enough trust and love in their heart for someone they might have never met in person.
Of course it's nice to send flowers or bring flowers but there's more to this story. The flowers are the end of the "earthly" support, these flowers hurt the most because I much rather would write a letter to a living Michael Jackson.
I have read so many threads everywhere were people tried their very best just to get to Forest Lawn, threads like "how do I get to Neverland, I just want to touch the gate once and breath the air there".
I know I have collected letters and others things on another board from those that couldn't make it. The flowers that I have assembled myself meant the world because they came from my heart. No, the were not sunflowers but each color, each flower, each rose in different has a special meaning, each lily I put together. Down to the color of the ribbon that flew with me down to California on a 7 hour flight.
Down to struggling with a GPS that sent me through a nasty part of town.:cheeky:
People are trying what they can- and you know what, as long as it comes from the heart- IT MATTERS. And even if it is a loving thought= thought in love, support and gratefulness, it matters.
I didn't buy a ready made bouquet because I wanted to put it together with my own hands, you know that I bled putting Michael's flowers together? The thorns hurt. Sorry for getting slightly dramatic but that was the so appropriately symbolic that I almost smile about it. Yes, lavender for the King, purple for Divinity (if you get the drift...in motion), yellow for Gold, for mastery, pink for the shyness, becoming a victim, green for all things nature and love by the way, blue for the writer, the unreachable, the mystery you name it.
I put these flowers down with the thought in my heart that this is also from all those that wanted to be there but couldn't. I brought him Jelly Beans and strangers hugged each other there and ate candy under tears, together in his name.
People forge friendships on that terrace, people talk, people cry, people sing.
These flowers meant so much to me that I have had them in my signature for months before this story started.
Do not take it lightly, we're doing it with bleeding hearts and because we mean it.
Sometimes it's hard to see for others what the intent is or what is really happening. Michael Jackson is NEVER alone, nor are we.
Done now.