Michael Jackson is dead.
His Thriller album was the soundtrack of my youth. His music is linked to many memories I have of my dad.
I can't believe it, even though a friend kindly reminded me, this very day, that death comes to us all.
He was an oddity, a confused and bizarre character these last few years, but there is still no denying he was, and always will be
The King of Pop.
Farewell.
(and so long to Farrah Fawcett, who also passed away this morning.)
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