by Cheryl Williams
I was heading to my car when I learned of Michael Jackson’s sudden death via a text message from a friend which read, “Michael Jackson died!” I gasped, blinked a few times and immediately turned on my radio to fact check. The tragic message was confirmed over the radio waves and my heart sank.
“I’ll Be There” began to play and a rush of emotion come over me. In my mind I envisioned “Lil’ Michael” during his Motown youth, belting away at the mic. I saw my favorite videos; that sparkly white-sequined glove, when the moonwalk literally lit up the block on “Billie Jean.” Suddenly, I felt the strangest sense of personal loss for a brotha I had never met. I decided upon a makeshift commemoration. Rolling down every window, I turned up the dial on my radio and blasted MJ songs until I arrived home. I meant for anyone within earshot of my car to picture Michael Jackson in their minds and remember his life!