Memorial

I am watching the Michael Jackson Memorial this morning and during the singing and eulogizing, the pictures of Michael Jackson flash up on the screen behind and I keep thinking: the poor kid, the poor little kid. He never was able to grow up, he never was able to really become a man. Even through all the controversy about how he lived his life, he was loved, but I wonder if he ever believed the love. So many mysteries have surrounded him and they will go on for months, but in the end, it would be best to remember how much he entertained the world and how much love he tried to show. No matter what, he was a genius.