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Michael Joseph Jackson
1958-2009
"Man in the Mirror"



There really are no words. I loved him and his brothers all of my life. I memorized their names and birthdays when I was a child. We all giggled about who was the cutest Jackson brother. They were all talented but Michael was magical. God chose him for this purpose and unfortunately, Michael was a victim of his own success, sometimes by choice and sometimes by circumstance. It really isn't about his morphed face, his wigs, or his skin but he music. Michael had an appreciation for beauty and for other artists talent. He made music that changed us. My dear sweet Michael, I will miss you so. You can rest. No more of this world's pressure to be the "King of Pop". I pray your soul was ready. I am proud to say that I am a Michael Jackson Fan.
Good-bye Michael. I hope to see you one day in eternity.

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