he was a superstar. he was planet-famous. he was a multi-talented musical genius. he danced and sang his way into the hearts of a generation.
he was wounded. he was sick. he was mostly alone. he was hounded and sued and accused to the brink of insanity.
he was a friend. he was a son. he was a brother.
in the end, his pain took his life.
and the thing that was probably most important to him was not the fame, the money, or the music. it was to be a father. his children won't forget him. they love him.
he influenced a generation, but that doesn't matter. his daughter loves him- that does matter.
that will be his lasting legacy. for better or worse, his children.
i pray that in his final moments, michael saw the Father, the One he was striving to emulate in his fallen broken way, reaching out to him. God is love. and only eternity will tell us how it ended.