Rest in Peace, King of Pop

As I worked on my logos and mock ups yesterday at my desk, I streamed the Michael Jackson Memorial Celebration in a second window on my screen. Head phones on, I enjoyed the memories and the performances, remembering in my own way what his musical contributions have meant to me.

A performing arts nerd, I'd performed dance routines and marching band shows to Michael Jackson music. Imitating his famous moves, the best my fellow performers and I could do was nothing compared to what he was capable of.

The most touching moment in the service was when his only daughter, Paris-Michael Jackson, spoke at the end, sharing that she had the best father ever. Her difficulty speaking through tears and fighting the fear of speaking in front of a full Staples Center was very touching. I only hope that she doesn't remember that as a scarring event but rather a moving show of love and support of her father.


Photo Credit: AP PHOTO / GABRIEL BOUYS, POOL

That moment made me cry in my cubicle. Wow. Didn't see that coming as I editted text for a housing guide next to the CNN stream. As I did with the Inauguration, I enjoyed the Facebook collaboration and simul-chat, watching real people, strangers, react. Very moving.

Moon walk on, MJ.