I miss him already.
I am just in shock, three 70’s icons in one week.
I know, Afrocity. It’s like the world is working through it’s 70’s memories or something… Iran too.
I am starting to freak out.
It also means we are getting older. I remember when John Ritter died, I was so upset. I had just listened to “Ben” on my ipod yesterday and now Michael is dead.
My mom died in June. Now it is official I hate the month of June.
So sad over this. He was an artistic genius like few others, but also had so much pain. I wish him peace, finally.
I am just sad at his passing. We were the same age and I remember listening to ABC, then my kids listening to Thriller and later on when we moved from one military installation to another, “Thats What Friends are For.”
I remember dancing to Michael with a Farrah poster in my room.
Loved your latest post, by the way..
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