I Can't Lie

I won't lie. I watched the Michael Jackson Memorial. And I won't lie about how I started crying when his daughter got up on stage and let the whole world know how much she loved her daddy. Nothing tears me up more than a crying child. I just can't help it. As I watched the memorial, I remembered him in my childhood and I can't deny how I had planned on marrying him at the tender of 4. Or that my mom bought me one of his albums during a visit to Germany so I would feel less homesick. Or that when I was really sad as a kid, I would pull this:

out of its special shelf, hold it close and snuggle with it for comfort. Ah, the memories of childhood. It seems like so long ago, doesn't it? The whole thing, all of it, makes me feel very sad.