I saw " This is It" last night  and it left me in greater and everlasting awe of the man we call the 

 " King of Pop "

The production was spectacular, beautiful and bitter sweet. Such talent and professionalism, truly art. Loss.

I have to say that going into the movie I wasn't all expecting to be left, well.... speechless and somewhat lost afterwards. A sense of what if has filled my heart and the responsibility that goes along with acknowledgment quickly followed. Watching such brilliance, kindness and respect shown towards his peers has brought upon both sadness of his missing and an undying admiration for his talent. 

I always listened  and listen to MJ, and even followed the ongoing drama that was his life. I never believed it. I always trust too much, perhaps it's my whimsical look on life. I like to think that we are all good, intentioned and willing. Maybe I was wrong, maybe naive. I like the memory I have of him as an artist and as a giver that he was. Isn't that afterall how we  all want to be remembered? What a sad life. What a lonely life...what a Genius.

Some people are put on this planet to stay a while, leave their mark, endure and struggle, smile and scream and then in a blink of an eye disappear as quickly as we first met them. Life is short Yes, but sometimes if never grows past first sight. The sadness in all of this is that we are left to apologize and regret what could have been and He is not. The loss is always harder for the ones left behind. Ironic. We are still here and we are still trying to take the glory.

We are now left to recognize and work with the gift.

What am I going to do with mine?

.................Sigh