I went to sleep Saturday night as I did the evening of June 25, 2009. That was the day Michael Jackson died. Hearing of his death, like Whitney Houston’s, was incomprehensible. I get that no one can cheat death. It is the life actions that sometimes hasten it that are so tragic. So I went to sleep with a heavy heart, a feeling of disbelief and the irrational wish that when I woke up, CNN would break in and say it was all not true. But, sadly, it is. For this Melodic Monday, we come together left with the blessings for what she’s left behind.
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