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A GoodBye for The King of Pop


I don't know why I am quite affected by Michael Jackson's death. Somehow there's a piece of me who mourns for him. I am not one of his avid fans, though I like few of his songs. I am sad about his untimely death, a few weeks before his comeback concert. In my own opinion, it's too soon for him to leave. Why now, when he had a chance to redeem himself and showed the whole world that he's only human just like the rest of us.

But I am not in the position to question the decision of our Life-Giver. He alone knows the reason and purpose behind the mystery. Life lives, life dies. Life laughs, life cries. Life gives up and life tries. But life looks different through everyone's eyes. Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.

As I watched Michael Jackson's Memorial Service, I got hooked with Jennifer Hudson's Will You Be There number. I had goose bumps when I heard MJ's voice saying the following lines:

In Our Darkest Hour
In My Deepest Despair
Will You Still Care?
Will You Be There?
In My Trials
And My Tripulations
Through Our Doubts
And Frustrations
In My Violence
In My Turbulence
Through My Fear
And My Confessions
In My Anguish And My Pain
Through My Joy And My Sorrow
In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow
I'll Never Let You Part
For You're Always In My Heart.

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